Shirley's POV
This was so exhausting, but I've got to try. But every act seems as though change is impossible.
I glanced at the little girl beside me, her legs kicking against the grass. She looked so sad, and it was obvious she wouldn't accept me.
The environment was rowdy, birds flew in the air. It was an arena, having participants and spectators waiting for the moment.
We just didn't know where Evelyn was, and this girl seemed devastated about that.
She, Larry and Evelyn were meant to come to the field to have a taste of strength with other pups.
However, I had to replace Evelyn because time was almost up.
Earlier, while Larry was embracing me, it seemed as though a thunderbolt struck him as he gasped, recalling that he had to take his daughter to the field games.
A game of rite
