Story Branch
The
bell
above
the
door
chimed
as
Sarah
locked
up
her
small
bookstore
for
the
night.
She
sighed,
thinking
about
another
day
of
dwindling
sales.
As
she
turned
to
leave,
a
soft
knock
made
her
jump.
[p]
An
elderly
man
stood
outside,
his
weathered
face
peering
through
the
glass.
Against
her
better
judgment,
Sarah
reopened
the
door.
[p]
"I'm
sorry,
we're
closed,"
she
said
gently.
[p]
"Please,"
he
whispered,
"I've
come
a
long
way.