Old Lady Gets Kicked Out Of Library — Then The Librarian Realizes Who She’s Talking To

The Name in the Log

Late in the afternoon, she checked the visitor sign-in sheet. Near the bottom, written in neat cursive, was a single entry: M. Whitaker. The name sounded vaguely familiar, but Emma couldn’t place it. She whispered it under her breath as if saying it aloud might trigger recognition. It didn’t.