{Elira}
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I lingered for another full minute, silently willing it to appear. Maybe I'd just overlooked it. Maybe someone had shelved it incorrectly.
But deep down, I felt it—that unease, creeping in like fog under a closed door.
I exhaled and turned on my heel, making my way back to Rennon's desk. The soft shuffle of students behind me seemed unusually loud in the heavy silence of the room.
He looked up from the form he was filing, his warm expression lifting slightly when he saw me. "Did you find it?"
I stopped at the desk and steadied my voice. "The 1988 yearbook… It's missing."
His eyebrows furrowed faintly. "Missing?"
I nodded, clutching the edge of the desk like it could anchor my nerves. "I checked three times. It's not on the shelf. It's supposed to be between 1987 and 1989, right?"
"It should be," he said quietly.
