The Town XITwo weeks had passed, and no sign of Azriel. Jen had stayed up every night extremely late, waiting for him. She had waited for him every day at the street corner, then at the library. He never showed. Now, as she sat in the attic, holding a book that she hadn't even started to read, she was sure of one thing: he had to be turning her in. That had to be it. She looked back at how stupid it had been to give away her deepest secret to someone she hadn't even known for a week.
She decided to stop waiting for him. If he had already turned her in, then police officers would be at her house any day, so there was no point in missing any sleep. As she stood up, she heard a knocking behind her. Azriel stood in the window, carrying the books in one hand and holding himself up with the other. Jen ran over and quickly unlocked the window. First, she grabbed the books out of his hand, and this time he managed not to fall flat on his face.
"I am so sorry." he whispered. "I know it took me forever to