As Kendrick’s car entered the neighborhood, he caught sight of his house from a distance.
The lights were off.
He knew that when he pushed open the door, the house would be as dark and empty as ever—there would be no Anna waiting inside.
Might as well grab his things quickly and leave.
He parked right in front of the villa instead of pulling into the garage—he wouldn’t be staying long anyway.
Walking through the front gate, he crossed the quiet, desolate courtyard and reached the door.
Fingerprint unlock.
The moment he stepped inside, a streak of white fur came dashing toward him at full speed—Coco bolted over like a little colt, meowing the entire way.
Kendrick raised an eyebrow. Since when was Coco this enthusiastic about seeing me?
Guess the little guy had been lonely with no o
