Evelyn’s POVBefore I can stand up and open the door, Lionel is already walking toward it. “Don’t worry, I got this,” he says, his voice calm and confident as he strolls past Maya and me like he owns the house.We both watch as he opens the door. At first, I think it’s just someone delivering something, but then Lionel starts sneezing. Once. Twice. Then again, louder. He tries to talk, but it’s like his nose and mouth are waging war. The sneezing doesn’t stop—it’s so bad he staggers back from the doorway, waving his hands helplessly.Then I see her—a woman standing outside, smiling awkwardly, holding my little puppy like it’s made of gold.“Oh my God,” I whisper, jumping to my feet and rushing toward them. “My puppy!”Lionel is still sneezing uncontrollably, his shoulders jerking, his nose red. He tries to say something but can’t get the words out, just keeps pointing at the woman like she’s the cause of all his misery.“He asked me to look after the dog,” the woman says kindly, step
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