The midnight laundromat girl held the key to a secret that could shut down the entire village—until one night changed everything

had left a mitten beneath a chair.

I picked it up and placed it in the lost-and-found bin Renee had labeled in large block letters.

Then I switched off the library lights.

Only the hallway remained illuminated.

On the welcome board, the lighthouse drawing was still there.

Safe.

Warm.

Kind.

I stood in front of it for a long time.

Three years earlier, I had thought continue reading …