WOLF
The magic fog that LuLu created to conceal and project the illusion of what we want others to think they saw hung over the town like a veil. It made lying easier. Deception travelled smoothly on quiet air.
I hated it.
I leaned against my bike while Lucy, Sam, and the sisters made their rounds from shop to shop, murmuring the same carefully crafted story.
Rio had left. She returned to Toronto.
Family company problems—it was sudden, urgent, complicated, and confidential.
We had no idea when she’d be back.
The cover was airtight.
Logical.
Boring enough that no one questioned it for long. And if someone in town was watching Rio closely, waiting for a sign of vulnerability, they’d take the bait of gossip, as the fog concealed everything else. She was gone. Moved far beyond the rea
