“I
like your t-shirt,” I told her.
The
girl smiled at me. It was a relief to
realize she couldn’t quite talk yet. But
when she gave me a little wave and turned to go with the dogs, I knew what she
was saying. She would be seeing me again
soon.
I
did not want to see her. I did not want
to know her. But none of that mattered
anymore. The girl in the cage belonged to me now.
My
heart hurt. Thinking about the little
dog in the woods, I lifted my hand to my nose.
It
smelled like cake.
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