Raelyn’s pov
I feel safe with Coryn.
I’ve never been a dog person. Grandma had a cat for a while, but that cat just did whatever it wanted. It would sometimes be gone for days and return like nothing happened.
It was black and was named Midnight.
When Grandma died, I couldn’t find the cat. Maybe it was better; it wasn’t like I could bring it with me to the foster home I was sent to.
But Coryn… It’s like he understands me when I talk. He looks at me in a way that is almost humanlike.
I stroked his fur as I woke up, feeling more like myself than before my shower.
“I don’t know what to do, Coryn.” I began talking to the dog.
“I tried so hard to be someone better. Not just for Torin, but for me. And Dylan finds me, and I’m right back where I started. And I don’t know if I want to be re
