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The housekeeper cinto the den with a message that set Fitch's teeth on edge. “Sir, Ms. Bennitt is at the front gate. Should I let

her in?”

Fitch felt an immediate distaste at the thought of seeing her. He had pegged her as a stable sort, never imagining she could stir up

such scandal.

“No,” he replied, his voice sharp with finality. After his brief response, he grabbed his coat from the rack and exited through the

back door.

It wasn’t until he pulled up to the pet store that he realized why he had driven there.

Ozzy was gone, and in a way, it was on his conscience. It only seemed right to get a new puppy for Zoey as a gesture of

atonement.

But as he walked among the rare breeds, his gaze kept being drawn to a memory of a scrappy little gray mongrel that somehow

seemed more sincere, more beautiful than the ones before him.

Hesitating only a moment, he chose a pristine white pup and, carrying it in a crate, inquired about Zoey’s whereabouts.

Learning that she was in the hospital, he immediately set off in that direction.

Halfway there, he realized that he wouldn't normally do such a thing for anyone else. His brow furrowed as he pondered whether it

was his involvement that had dragged Zoey into this mess to begin with.

Pressing the accelerator, he continued toward the hospital.

Zoey's fever had broken, and she was awake, though her lips were cracked and bloody. She said nothing, staring blankly at the

ceiling, haunted by dreams of Ozzy wagging his little tail, and then of Wendy heartlessly dropping him from a height. Pain throbbed

wasn't a place that

she tried to hold onto inevitably slipped away, even

steaming bowl of broth and placed it beside Zoey. “Drink ssoup; you're weak,” she urged

and tried to sit up, her stomach churning at the sight and smell

of color as she clutched her stomach, “Cornelia, could I have a moment

distress, Cornelia nodded. “I'll leave for now and check on you later.

lost too much

and the fever, Zoey had lost a significant amount of

but found it impossible

and zoned out, wearing a hospital gown with

threaten to break her.

her back to reality, followed by its opening.

look up.

presence made her turn. Standing by the door was

Zoey wouldn't have been able to stay composed, but now,

she ever truly liked Fitch? Liking him was exhausting, painful, and she

to you,” he said, his voice as detached as ever, even in this Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access

moment of supposed amends.

Zoey blinked, uncomprehending.

the first the'd cto see her of his own accord. But then she picked

soup and flung it

was her turn to deliver the word he had

“Get out.”

eyelashes quivered, his brow furrowed. “What

almost laughed, reaching for a cup and throwing it at his

out,” she repeated, her voice eerily

react, to rage, but then he

standard-size hospital gown hanging loosely on her frame. Her

she looked at him, the light that used

unable

the best he could

gesture of politeness in response to the scandalous videos