Over the years, the town noticed subtle differences. The bakery began to sell a pastry with an apron crooked in a new way; a sailor once found the courage to speak a truth and keep his job; someone left a letter that mended a friendship. People called these events coincidences at first — the town liked that word because it let people keep their ordinary lives intact — but children knew better. They left notes in the shop window that read, simply: valentine vixen helped. They left small drawings of a fox with a red scarf.