13 Chapter 13

Turning her car’s ignition, Zora inquired, “Cuddles Ivy?”

“Cuddles is my nickname and the Ivy is where I am hid the house keys,” Sarah said, buckling up. “When I was little and one of my parents would leave the spare key for me, they would use my nickname and wherever the key could be found.”

“Sounds neat,” Zora said, noticing the time on her dashboard. Five hours until midnight; according to the timeline she had set for herself before she left Charlotte, she should be crossing the Mecklenburg County line right now. Instead, she was pulling into the library’s employee parking lot, two blocks from her parent’s food truck.