Damien I can tell the second Kayla walks through the door that something’s wrong. She doesn’t even look at me.“Hey,” I say, trying for a smile, hoping for one back.Nothing. Not even eye contact. She sets her bag down and lowers the puppy to the floor.The little thing immediately scrambles right back to her, pawing at her ankles and whining like his entire world is about to collapse if she doesn’t pick him up again.I kneel and scoop him into my arms. “Hey, little guy,” I murmur, holding him to my chest.Kayla stands there, arms slack, eyes glued to the floor. She won’t look at me. Won’t say a word. It’s like I’m not even in the room.The puppy keeps squirming, stretching toward her again, tiny whines echoing. I let out a faint laugh. “Looks like someone wants you, huh?”She barely nods.“I’ll let you hold him in a bit,” I say, "Take your time.”She exhales quietly, almost defeated, then walks off toward the bedroom. I’m still kneeling there with the puppy in my arms, completely lo
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