Chapter 4

On the drive home, Keegan was on edge. After Anna fell asleep in the passenger seat, he pulled my blanket over her. We didn't say a word. There wasn't anything left to say. I didn't find out until we got home that Keegan had given Daisy away because of Anna. He even wiped away every trace of my cat from the house. I couldn't find Daisy. All I saw was the divorce agreement, torn to pieces and thrown into the trash by Keegan. I left it on the table yesterday. Keegan brought up my cat—or our cat—like it was nothing. "Anna's allergic to cat hair, so I've already given Daisy away. Don't worry. She'll have an owner who's more responsible than you." I went still, my chest turning cold. "What did you say?" I had picked Daisy up three years ago. She was a stray then, half-frozen after days of nonstop rain. I had taken her to every pet hospital in Southelm, only to be told she wouldn't make it through the night, so I planned to give her a proper burial. Instead, she survived and grew int