“Morning. You tell your family what happened?” he asked, picking up his cup of coffee. “No.” They wouldn’t care. If Grace had been seriously hurt, they would’ve worried. But since she was fine, her mom would only be interested in hearing about the wolves, and her dad would just subside into one of his skeptical silences, the way he did whenever Grace had tried to tell him something bad had happened to her. It wasn’t that he thought she was a liar. It was just that he was so low-key and unexcitable that he found it hard to believe that disasters and traumas actually did happen to people. Or so
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