A Pup.

**Isabella**

"Here you go, madam," the cashier smiled, handing me the receipt. I thanked her and carried my groceries, walking down the road. I felt a bit anxious, as if someone was following me, though I wasn't sure. To be on the safe side, I hastened my pace, wanting nothing more than to be inside my apartment.

On arriving at the townhouse, I made my way up the stairs. The house was old, located deep in the outskirts of Linkin Town, Kansas, far away from Upperville.

Stopping in front of my door, I took out the key from my pocket and unlocked it. Inside, I shut the door and locked it, taking a deep breath.

My apartment was still in disarray; I hadn't had time to arrange it before running down the street to grab some supplies. I placed the grocery bag on the table and quickly checked on my sweet pup, who was sleeping soundly.