~CELINE~
I was elbow-deep in Hunter's laundry when I found it. A tiny sock. Blue with little dinosaurs on it.
My heart stopped.
It was wedged between two of Hunter's dress shirts, so small I almost missed it. But there it was…Ceasar's sock, the one I had been searching for all week.
How on earth had it gotten mixed in with Hunter's clothes?
I held the little sock up to the light streaming through the laundry room window, my mind racing. The only way this made sense was if...
"Oh no," I whispered to myself. "Please tell me he didn't."
But even as I said it, I knew exactly what had happened.
Last week, when Ceasar had that huge tantrum about wanting to see "Mr. Hunter's big room," I had been so frazzled trying to calm him down that I must have gotten distracted during laundry sorti
