Chapter 44

I’d like to claim it was about my snake.

And, yeah, that was probably a part of it.

But it was more than that.

It was her.

It was the way I couldn’t fucking stop thinking bout her.

If that wasn’t enough, there was also Val.

He was actively grieving the loss of his new friend. He cried at the door to be let out. I let him out, and he’d go cry at her door. When he wouldn’t stop, I’d open that one, and he would rush inside, nose to the ground, searching for her high and low. With no luck, he climbed up onto her spot on the bed, let out a defeated sigh, and refused to leave.

I didn’t dare strip the bed and wash the sheets.

I was pretty sure the dog would die of heartache not to have her scent around at least.

So, yeah, I got her exhaustion.

I was feeling it in my bones.

It was more than that I saw in that pretty face of hers, though.

Before she tamped it down, I saw a mix of shock, hurt, and anger.

The surprise and the anger, I got that.

Walking away from her and kicking her