mood. I made a small bed for the kitten out of a

e in the suffocating

ne. I searched the entire house, calling h

put up flyers in

okay. He was a stray. Maybe he just wanted to be free.

ash in my mouth, but

motional rollercoaster of the past few days. I wa

ie. She was

her face grim. "It's her cat. A prize-wi

guess, she thinks my

worse t

accusing Ash. Sh

l's arms, pointing a trembling finger at me. "She poisoned

u. Of course. This was just an

culous accusation," I

mall plastic bag. Inside was a scrap of fabric, a piece of a silk scar

reaked, triumphant face. It was a setup. A clums

nce, not just for me, but to expos

my voice cold as ice. "I want a vet