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"Emily wasn't talking about the ceiling."

"What then?" I asked.

"The hook."

She gently touched it.

"It held something that hung."

"What hangs?"

Pictures.

Calendars.

Coats.

Keys.

Then Mace looked toward the staircase.

"No."

Everyone turned.

"What?"

He smiled slowly.

"Emily didn't say..."

"'Look above.'"

"She said..."

"'Look up.'"

Rylie suddenly laughed through her tears.

"Oh, my gosh."

"What?"

"The library."

Judy looked at her.

"The old Eagle River Library."

Rylie's voice grew stronger.

"Emily loved it."

"We used to go there after camp closed."

"What about it?"

Rylie pointed toward the ceiling.