The Tour Guide, Jenna Curacoa Welcomes You

From the moment I woke up I knew it was going to be to be an odd day. I did my normal routine and made sure to make it to the library to get my work done. It was the only place with sufficient space, privacy, free internet, and warmth. The house I was renting a room from was always on a budget and always remained cold. Library, my place of refuge and safe Haven. They were getting close to closing and in the dead of winter the street lights were already coming on. I was counting the minutes-only 38 minutes before I'd be expected to leave. It had been a productive day, spoke to the usuals. Trent wasn't his usual self, though. He often rambled but today he seemed closed off and distant. Vicky, bless her heart was there like usual. An older unhoused woman like many of the regulars. The children section had a decent crowd. A few teens paraded around. I caught a glimpse of a few people napping, some coming down from a good high. Mr. Cox the security guard posted on duty probably coun...