Chapter 9
Sage pressed the heel of her hand to her chest. “I think I need to sit down.” She wandered to the sofa, plopping down before anxiety got the best of her. Out of nowhere, Checkers sat in front of her, resting his snout on her knees. She buried her hands in his fur, leaning forward to press her forehead against his, inhaling his sweet doggy scent. Like flipping a switch, her racing heart slowed and the world settled to rights, the worrisome, almost doomsday scenarios she entertained fading away.
“Sorry,” Allie said. “He jumped out the window when you took off. Hi,” she directed the last bit at Fred and Xander, giving them a little finger wave.