“Gosh, Miss McKinnon! What happened to you? You look terrible. Is it the cold? Aww, this is why I told you to wear one more layer of clothing over your first one! Good thing I prepared this coat for you, huh?” Mrs. Engel nagged in concern as she cupped Deirdre’s hands in her own, warming her.

Deirdre cast her eyes down as a war of conflicting sentiments raged in her head. How was she supposed to believe this kindly older woman was a mole all along? Or that she was one of them?

She could feel