That big rig barreled past in a blur, horn blaring like judgment day, right on the heels of Zoe's bloodcurdling scream.
Tears streaked her face as she lunged for the edge, wild-eyed, but Joseph hauled her back just in time, wrapping her up like she was the last fragile thing in his world.
The neat-freak wolf—yeah, him—scooped up that mangled, road-flattened cat and cradled it against his chest, fur and all, just for her.
"Joseph! Joseph! Dolly's coughing up blood!" She wailed like her heart was shattering, all doe-eyed and broken.
He cupped her face tender, thumbing away the mess, but she shoved his hand off, fury flashing as she whirled on me. "Gina! I get it—you hate my guts, you want me gone, fine! But how could you hurt an innocent life? How could you kill Dolly?!"
My face bloated
