After two days in the hospital, Tessa finally went back to the place that felt more like a prison than a home.
The moment the door opened, Smokey ran up to her, rubbing himself between her legs and meowing in protest like he was scolding her for leaving too long.
“You haven’t eaten anything since I left, huh?” Tessa said, glancing at Nathan who stood behind her, waiting for her to step inside.
“Of course he ate,” Nathan replied easily. “I told someone to feed your little furball.” His brow furrowed as he looked at the gray cat. “Look at him now. He’s huge. When I first saw him, he looked like a wire about to snap. Now he’s fat enough to feed a whole family.”
Tessa rolled her eyes, trying not to smile. He wasn’t wrong. Smokey did look chubbier. She always fed him well, but apparently Na
