Nine
Momma Raccoon 1, Big Dog 0
While I don’t always love living in a place so small that everyone knows what I’m thinking even before I think it, I do love that two minutes gets you from the residential area to pretty much all the island’s main services.
I screech into a spot in front of the doctor’s office, right next to Finan’s silver truck. I pause for a second when I see blood smeared across the driver’s side door.
Inside the waiting room, a handful of people sit quietly. The young mom from the other day is here, both of her kids in tow. The older one—Harmony, I think?—has her hands over her ears, her eyes big and tear-filled when she looks at me.
The howled yelp and scream from beyond the reception area explains why.
“Lara, come on through,” Catrina says, opening the door to gr
