“Sebastian?” I ask as I creek the door open to his condo.
No answer.
I exhale a breath as I push the door all the way open. We have three months left until we decided to stop pretending we are married and file for divorce. But if Sebastian sees what I’m carrying in this box, he might decide to call it quits early.
A small whimper comes from the box as I flip the lid up. A ball of brown fluff jumps up and licks me in the face.
“You’re lucky Sebastian isn’t here, or we might already be kicked to the curb.” I bob the first of the five puppies on the nose as I carry them into the kitchen.
“Where should I put the dog supplies?” Andrew, my security guard asks.
“In the kitchen. Thanks, Andrew.”
He puts the bag of supplies on the counter. “Are you all set for the rest of the day?”
