18 February 2008
Some Scars Never Heal - Part 15
The relief at being back in my own home was instant as soon as I unlocked the door to my flat. Sherman ran to greet me, meowing loudly as he waited to be picked up. He wasn’t used to me not being there, so my week-long absence had probably shaken him up. I immediately went into the kitchen to check his food and water situation, surprised to find they were both full.
“I’ve been checking on him,” Olivia explained as she set my bag on the kitchen table. “The poor little guy was starving when I checked on him the first day.”