He Called It a “Compromise”—Until My Cats Exposed His True Heart

against me like they were trying to stitch me back together.

Toby was curled into the crook of my knees, warm and steady, his old bones a quiet anchor.

Luna was tucked against my ribs, one paw draped over my stomach like a tiny hand.

Oliver was by my shoulder, breathing in little sighs, the way he always did when he felt safe.

Three hearts. Three lives.continue reading …