Outside, the world asks for receipts, timelines, replies. But here, she is late for a tea party with a rabbit, still waiting for a letter that never comes, walking the moors with a woman who may or may not have a secret. Time is a thing that happens to other people.
Yes. Always yes.
She didn't fall into books. She walked into them willingly, like a child stepping into a forest she already knew by heart. atrapada en libros