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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

she tried to hold onto inevitably slipped

with a 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

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

“I'll leave for now and check on you

lost

accident and the fever, Zoey

smile but

a hospital gown with the window ajar, letting in a breeze

threaten to break her.

followed by its opening. She assumed Cornelia had forgotten something

look up.

presence made her turn. Standing by

been able to stay composed, but now, she felt

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

said, his voice as detached as ever, even in this Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on

moment of supposed amends.

Zoey blinked, uncomprehending.

silence for shock, given it was the first the'd cto see her of his own accord. But

of soup and flung

deliver the word he had hurled at her the night

“Get out.”

brow furrowed. “What

for a cup and throwing it at his forehead with

out,” she

then he

she had withered, the standard-size hospital gown hanging loosely on her

the light that used to

stood frozen, unable to comprehend this

a while, the best he could muster was, “Don’t be

offer compensation, a gesture of politeness in response to the