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Chapter 9

ผู้เขียน: Anney GW
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ELISHA’S POV

The vet clinic smelled like antiseptic and lavender-scented wipes, a strange but oddly comforting combination. The waiting area was quiet, sun pooling onto the tiled floor, and in the middle of it all, bouncing on too-big paws, was my puppy.

“Bubblegum!” I breathed, my whole chest warming.

She squealed in return and hopped up into my arms with no hesitation, licking my cheek wildly and wriggling like she hadn’t seen me in years instead of three days.

I laughed, really laughed, for the first time in what felt like forever.

“You’re early,” Robert called out from behind the desk, pushing through the clinic door with his lab coat half-buttoned and his sleeves rolled up.

“I couldn’t wait,” I admitted, cradling Bubblegum like she was the last good thing in the world.

“Well, she couldn’t wait either. She’s been whining every time someone opens the front door.” Robert grinned, walking over. “Looks like someone missed her mom.”

I smiled, feeling something ease inside my chest.

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