Melinda spends the next day holed up in a corner of the town's public library. There are books and papers spread out on the desk before her. She is searching for a clue, anything, that will lead her to her father. So far she has had no luck. Her eyes are beginning to feel heavy from scanning so many documents. The words seem to swim on the pages before her. 'I need a break,' she thinks, rubbing her eyes as if that will help her to see more clearly. She leans back in her chair and looks around the room. The library is mostly filled with elderly people quietly reading newspapers suspended on large wooden sticks. Two young children suddenly tear past them, one of them screeching before she enters the children's section. The newspaper readers look up with disgust, shaking their heads at each other and rolling their eyes before resuming their reading. Melinda stifles a small smile, amused at the scene before her. And that's when she sees it. Out of the corner of her eye she catches a name on the page in front of her. "Francis M. Gardenia," it reads. Startled, she looks closer, fearing she is seeing things. But it's true. "Francis M. Gardenia, 14 Willow Drive, Barrington." She scans the page quickly, trying to figure out the context in which her father's name was used. But she is interrupted by a vaguely familiar voice. "Melinda? Melinda, is that you?" She looks up to see Genevieve Tithing, Wayne's wife, standing in front of her. She is pushing a baby stroller. Melinda's heart sinks immediately in response.