CHAPTER SEVEN
DREAMS ARE MADE OF THIS
By the time Friday rolled around, my worrying had amplified. I was sure my Anitule was lying in a ditch somewhere, dead.
Three weeks and no sign of him.
I’d been a mess without him this past week, and after one tearful evening, I’d finally voiced my concerns to Mrs. Irwin, who kindly put up flyers everywhere to help find him.
Even Selene came and expressed her unease about his disappearance.
Their concern seemed so sincere, I was finding it hard to not trust them, as Leigh had said. I hadn’t been able to communicate with him yet, so I had no idea whether he had learned anything that could give me some verifiable proof that I couldn’t trust them.
But tonight, I would try to keep my mind away from my missing cat. Tonight, I would let my mind take
