ADELINE
Jules, Bridget and I were cleaning and sanitizing the cages at Wag and Whiskers, a local pet shelter located near the gallery which kind of makes it easier for me to attend because I also love animals. I just don’t have the funds to have and maintain one.
Jules and Bridget were big on animals and have been attending since sophomore year. Bridget was allergic to cats which was why they needed more hands in the shelter. No one could oppose that this shelter was Jules’ baby. She came twice a week without fail, even though her father was a senator and a mobster.
I glanced behind me. Croix was helping out by moving the cat feed and bird feed from the truck. I can’t help but feel guilt from last night. Our eyes collided when he caught me sneaking out of his room. He was holding a we
