Chapter 4“Hey, Mama Cat.” Somehow, she’d gotten from her cage onto Dario’s lap, they were alone on the couch, and the hours between midnight until daybreak had vanished. Up on his feet, “Dondre?” Dario called out. “Are you here?”
It took but a moment for panic to hit.
“Dondre? Where did he go?”
A soft mew was the only response.
“Dondre?” Dario kept calling, if not to find his angel, to summon him, like Dondre claimed he could whenever necessary. “It’s not working.”
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Back up front after a thorough search of the premises, “Please let him be okay,” Dario turned on the television. After flipping through several channels, he came to one where an older newsman and his barely out of high school co-anchor were chatting with a caller.
Breaking News: Do Angels Commit Crime? scrolled ac
