Chapter Seventeen
Trescina raced through the house gathering as many items as she could. She shoved the clothes out of her dresser drawer into one bag and the few pictures she had of her family into another. She would have to leave some things behind.
At this point, she didn’t care anymore. She could always replace most of the material things if she needed to do so. She was more concerned with the few sentimental items that she had left from her mother and stepfather.
She was too stressed to cry. Instead, she channeled that emotion into action. Spice looked at her with mild curiosity while Cinnamon followed her from room to room, a quiet, supportive shadow.
“It’s okay, sweetheart, I won’t leave you or your brother behind,” she promised, running a loving hand over the tigress’ head.
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