A Game of Lies

by Clare Mackintosh

It’s not the act itself that makes something secret but the power it holds over you,

Too big for a village yet too small to be a town. Nothing to do except swim, fish, or sail: nothing to see but the lake and the mountain.

“I get it,” Ffion says at last. “Small towns can be claustrophobic.” It’s why Ffion spends so much time outdoors—at the lake or up a mountain. Sometimes she feels as though she only breathes properly when she’s away from Cwm Coed.