week: I’m fixing it.
“I’m really sorry,” I said. “He shouldn’t have been out. I reinforced the door. It won’t happen again.”
Marla studied my face, like she was deciding whether I was lying.
Then she surprised me.
“I grew up with cats,” she said quietly. “I’m not afraid of them. He just—he had a bad experience. At his dad’s place.”
The way she said dad’s continue reading …