Kristen Shields pressed the square of tissue she’d found in her pocket to the scrape on her knee. She hissed through her teeth, angry at herself for not watching the ground as intently as she should’ve.
Her and her bleeding heart—and now her knee. She’d just finished the appetizer tray for her children’s arrival that evening when she’d seen the feral cat she’d been slowly taming over the past couple of months.
She’d grabbed the chicken cubes she’d cut up for her and dashed outside. Cats could move like ninjas, but with a little persistence and a lot of chicken, she’d managed to find the gray and white cat hiding out in the bushes lining the picnic area of the condo association, where Kristen lived.
She’d lured the cat down the decorative rocks to the beach and fed her the rest of the ch
