for three weeks. You lied about your back. Michael’s blanket disappeared. I heard you downstairs calling someone sweetheart and saying Daddy loved them, and now I’ve found you digging around our backyard in pajamas.”
“I didn’t take the blanket.”
“You told me you donated it.”
He gave me a guilty look.
“That was… not one of my better lies.”
Despite everything, I almost laughed.
Instead, I crouched beside him.
“Tell me how I can help.”
Greg hesitated before carefully placing the kitten in my arms.
“Keep her wrapped up.”
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