Jane was coming up the stairs, purse in hand, headed for home. It didn't matter what had happened yesterday--she still had to go to work, and the quiet at the library had been something of a relief. Everyone was either staying home or out of town, so it had been mostly empty all day.
She had a book under her other arm, and her eyes were fixed ahead of her, sightless. She was so lost in thought that she nearly walked into Cole as he stood messing around with his phone, and stumbled off to the side and onto the landing at the last second.
"Oh, sorry," she said quickly, holding a hand out.