She sets the piece of paper down on the table in front of her, her eyes narrowed as if deep in thought.
“You know something about the Silver Wolf, don’t you?” She doesn’t answer me, and I snatch the paper back from her. “Why are you avoiding the question?”
“The Silver Wolf is nothing more than a legend, Sophia.” Rita frowns at me disapprovingly, snapping out of whatever daze she was in. “And you shouldn’t be looking into things that don’t concern you.” She gets up, taking hold of her walker again. Her voice icy cold, she tells me, “I think it would be best for the time being that you don’t come over to my house.”
She leaves me at the table, stepping off the restaurant’s patio and walking away. I purse my lips, trying to stem this feeling of shame. I have no reason to feel guilty, but I
