Cristine Reyes 2021 -

Cristine folded her arms. “You’re the janitor’s ghost?”

You don’t know me. But I know the books you saved. The ones you pulled from the discard pile in ’98. The ones you hid behind the reference desk. They’re still alive because of you. And so am I. cristine reyes

Cristine read it three times. Then she folded it carefully and slipped it into the pocket of her cardigan. She didn’t laugh. She didn’t call the police. She simply continued her day: reshelving biographies, helping a small boy find a book about space shuttles, and watering the wilting fern by the window. Cristine folded her arms