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

eyes flicked to the cats.

Then back to me.

And he left.

The door clicked shut.

The apartment went silent.

Except for the soft sound of Oliver chirping—one questioning little noise, like he was asking where the stranger went.

And Luna climbed into my lap like she had every right to be there.

Because she did.

That night, I sat on the floor with all three of continue reading …