Dear CEO, I Want a Divorce
“We really only have mattresses for dogs, so this will have to do.”
I shrugged, taking the blanket from him. “Honestly, Robert, I could fall asleep in a moldy cave right now, so this is great.”
He laughed. “Well, let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.”
Bubblegum was resting in one of the recovery crates, her tiny body barely a mound under the soft fleece.
I pulled a chair up close and sat beside her, still holding the ice to my face.
Her breathing was steadier than yesterday. The color had returned to her gums. But she stirred when I came close, letting out a faint little whine when she saw me.
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