[She looked around at what he gestured towards, not understanding what wasn't okay with the things she had worked on. She'd been so happy to find her old keys had worked on the doors. Everything was different, but just that little thing had made it feel like she had stepped back into a space that was familiar and hers. If she thought of a 'home,' she thought of the library.

So what was possibly wrong with this? She couldn't see the problem, because she didn't know any other option. She didn't want to intrude on their own lives when she had finally made sure she wouldn't have to.]

... I will think about it.