Scaredy Cat

When he disappears, I whimper softly, pressing my face against the wire of the cage. It was definitely my imagination, because there’s no way he’s here. Which is made clear by the fact he just vanished. If Shiloh was really here—

The kennel rattles suddenly, and I look up to see Craig’s rictus grin just as a flash goes off in my face.

I’m too tired and too miserable to do anything but look at him while he takes pictures of me in a fucking dog kennel, though humiliation simmers low in my empty stomach.

The sour taste of vomit still lingers in the back of my throat, and with my nose clogged up from the blood, I have to breathe through my mouth.