To the outside world, Lana Rhodes was the quiet woman who ran the “Reclaimed & Rare” bookshop on the corner of Elm and 4th. She had silver-streaked hair she kept in a loose braid, wore cardigans with elbow patches, and always offered a peppermint tea to anyone who lingered past five o’clock.
But to Emma, Lana was a secret world.
And she knew, as she walked home under a sky full of stars, that she would wait all over again next week. Not because she had to. But because some things—a kind voice, a hidden room, a story rescued from a bus station locker—are worth every single second of the wait. i've waited all week for this lana rhodes
