_Zarelle’s POV_
“I’ll get you a backup battery pack and his instructional manual,” Veronica said.
“Thank you,” I smiled.
Arlan parted ways with me at the building’s carpark. “I’m heading back to my office. See you at next week’s meeting.”
“See you.” I placed Pitchy in the front seat and, at his insistence, put the seatbelt on him.
The pup couldn’t sit still. Like a typical dog, he kept sticking his head out the window until I had to order him to stop.
“Mommy, are we going to your house?” Pitchy’s voice went up a pitch as he grew more animated. His stubby tail thumped against the seat.
“Mommy?” I shot him a surprised look. “My name’s Zarelle.”
“But you are adopting me,” Pitchy said solemnly. “According to my database, the female person who becomes the custodian of
