CHAPTER 23 | Beau
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Swapped. It’s like someone’s kicked all the air out of me. I bang out of Jenners’s office and I don’t care who sees me. Holly walks behind me, saying nothing, but I can feel her watching me, thinking.
Thinking what though? It shouldn’t worry me, but it does.
Outside the vet office, the noonday sun’s over bright, pooling shadows under everything. I fish sunglasses out of my shorts’ pocket and cram them on. f*****g swapped.
It’s times like these I need a drink. Or several. I lean one shoulder against the truck’s passenger door and try to force my jaw to unlock. It doesn’t work. My brain can’t stop replaying my conversation with Dr. Jenners: how she’d tried not to cringe when she told me about the necropsy, how Holly had stayed so quiet, and then she’d spoken u
