It was time to return to real life. And that came with a problem—my coworkers’ memories had been altered as well, and I had no idea to what extent. Did they remember that I had quit? Or what reason they believed Maya had been fired for? I had to be extremely careful; I could slip up at any moment.
Another unpleasant surprise awaited me early in the morning. Maya called off her protest and, with a serious expression, announced that from now on I would have to drive her to and from work. Unless—according to her—I wanted to give her the second car we were supposed to return.
Absolutely not. I didn’t want anything from wolves.
So, gritting my teeth, I got ready in a hurry and drove Maya to work. That meant waking up a full two hours earlier from now on. For a moment, I considered letting Ma
