It was hard to see my youngest sibling like that. He was just a pup and had just witnessed our father hang himself. I hoped that if I succeeded in bringing Sarah back, he would think twice and take care of his pups as he had before.
The information I had was still torturing me, like a heavy weight on my shoulders. I had never hurt anyone and had always been obedient. I adored the man I called father when I was little, and I remembered my mother. She loved me; at least, she made me believe that. Realising that it was probably painful for them to raise a pup who was bred out of violence and unwanted, made me feel horrible.
I found the bush where I left the bag that Amira had given me. For a moment, as I stared at the bag and recalled Amira's kind smile, I wondered whether I wanted to tell
