Verena
I walked Daisy to the Dog park. That’s been my new routine since I returned from New Orleans. Take her on a walk after work and return home to take care of my bunnies.
Daisy never hesitated to show that she loved coming here to play with the other dogs.
She wagged her tail, ears flopping, tongue lolling while I ran a finger through her fur, falling to one knee and unclipping her leash. “Have fun, Daisy and…”
I had barely completed my words when she sprinted to the gate, another golden retriever bounding towards her, sniffing my Daisy. I whipped my phone out, ready to take pictures to share with Daxton when a voice touched my ears.
The back of my neck prickled from the familiarity of that voice.
I just hoped it wasn't who I thought it was—
Snap.
It was her. Mandy.
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