Chapter 40 Slipping Masks

• Elora’s POV
• I was silent all through the rest of the day at work and the ride home. I couldn’t possibly answer Lucas's question, so I waved it away with a smile and a weak joke that I had too much paperwork on my mind. But I knew he was too smart to fall for that. We were the first to get home that night. I didn’t need anyone to inform me that Zane wasn’t home because I couldn’t see his car. Typical Zane. He has always had the attitude of running away and leaving everything behind when things didn’t go his way. He was probably drunk in some stinking bar. I couldn’t care less if the worst happened to him.
• On entering the house, the aroma of one of the foods I hated more than death gripped my nostrils. It was even more nauseating than the thought of Zane. It was the thick scent of Cioppino. I froze in the doorway, my stomach already rebelling. There was only one person who always made that food like it was some divine offering. Mrs Shane. My fake mum. She had access to our house even when Zane and I were out.