The library is quiet as usual – she used to come here, during the curse, even if it was close and sealed – but now there's a feeling of discomfort that makes her skin itch.
She trails a fingers on the book's covers – think, think, – there's love in the way Belle has placed the volumes.
There's pain, too – loving the Dark One brings pain.
And her family knows how to exploit pain.
"She must have hidden it in one of her beloved books."
Her mother's voice, next to her, is… proud?
Impressive.
"Thank you, Mother."
She lets herself believe, for a moment.