Ten
I’m Fine. Everything’s Fine.
Upon our return to Dr. Stillson’s office with the veterinary supplies, the waiting room is cleared out. Catrina is behind the front desk, bent over a pile of paperwork. Her relieved smile greets us.
“That was quick!” she says, again opening the side door to let us into the back area. “Doc is in there reading to him from an internal medicine journal.” She smiles. “Your dog apparently is very interested in the inner workings of the liver.”
“Maybe because he wants to eat it,” I say. “Washroom?”
Catrina points to a door in the opposite direction.
I tuck inside, my exposed toes still cold despite the cranked heat in Finan’s truck during the brief ride in from the marina. The face looking back at me in the small mirror—mascara everywhere. Shameful. If Catri
