The fear that had overtaken Emily turned into confusion as she stared at the man whose face was full of dirt and desperation, his eyes cloudy as he stumbled toward her. "I know you! You're one of them!" His voice was coarse.
"You must be mistaken," Emily whispered, turning back to face the library.
"I'm not.." the homeless man reached out and grabbed Emily's wrist. "I seen you on the news! The Torredo family."
Emily knew instantly that he wasn't mistaken. Her pulse spiked. She snatched her wrist out of his hand. "I…" she stuttered. "I have no idea what you are talking about."
"Give me some money," The man demanded with a loud voice echoing off the stone pillars, a siren call for anyone hunting her.
Emily could feel the weight of every eye in the vicinity turning toward her. She didn't wait to argue or offer him change. She spun on her heel and bolted up the remaining steps.
