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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 didn't

cruel pattern in her life: everything she tried to

steaming bowl of broth and placed it beside Zoey.

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

as she clutched her

distress, Cornelia nodded. “I'll leave for now and check on you later. The nurses will bring your meals. Try

lost too much

the accident and the fever, Zoey had lost

a smile but found it impossible to

and zoned out, wearing a hospital gown with the

threaten to break her.

back to reality, followed

look up.

made her turn. Standing by the door was

have been able to

was exhausting, painful, and she never seemed to

dog inside. “To make it up to you,” he said, his voice as detached as ever, even in this Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ

moment of supposed amends.

Zoey blinked, uncomprehending.

it was the first the'd cto see her

of soup and flung it at

the word he had hurled

“Get out.”

eyelashes quivered, his brow furrowed. “What

cup and throwing it at his forehead with all the

she

he saw something in her eyes—a lifelessness

the standard-size hospital gown hanging loosely on her frame. Her eyes no longer

she looked at him, the light that used

unable to

best he could muster

had cto offer compensation, a gesture of politeness in response to the scandalous videos that had