Chapter 9
Zoë wasn’t at her place. My heart continued pounding until I found her standing on the sidewalk in front of the entrance to the Prince George Veterinarian Hospital, dressed in black slacks, a gold tailored shirt and her purple windbreaker. I careened into the huge parking area. A low ceiling of tinny looking clouds above the building seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, as if a child had suspended steel wool from the sky. They fit perfectly with the scowl on Zoë’s face.
I slammed on my brakes and screeched to a halt at the edge of the sidewalk. I jumped out of my car, raced around the front to the passenger side and embraced my startled daughter. “Thank God, you’re okay.”
“Why wouldn’t I be? Unless you’re talking about how I’m being forced to visit my uncle under protest.”
