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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

a place that didn't

in her life: everything she

walked in with a steaming bowl of broth and placed it beside Zoey. “Drink ssoup; you're

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

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

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

lost too much

the accident and the fever, Zoey

attempted a smile but found it impossible to

a hospital gown with the window ajar, letting

threaten to break her.

followed by its opening. She

look up.

made her turn. Standing by the

able to stay composed, but now, she felt

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moment of supposed amends.

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given it was the first the'd cto see her of

and

turn to deliver the word he had hurled at her the night

“Get out.”

brow furrowed. “What did

reaching for a cup and throwing it at his

get out,” she

he saw something in her

how much she had withered, the standard-size hospital gown hanging

him, the light that used to

frozen, unable to comprehend this

the best he

politeness in response to the scandalous videos that