The Heart That Turned Cold
I saw the challenging gaze in his eyes, and the final sliver of warmth I had for her died out.
This was no joke. I had never been more serious. Just as I was about to pack up and leave, a quiet whimper came from underneath. It came from Dot, a poodle with a soul as gentle and soft as a marshmallow. I'd had him for seven years.
He could sense the sorrow and overwhelming despair festering in my heart, so he rubbed against the legs of my trousers in an attempt to soothe me, however small the comfort might be.
It was such a tiny gesture, but to the furious Yvonne, that was the lighter her fuse needed.