I can just barely hear the music outside as I sway to the beat, pouring myself a glass of the chilled wine. The only light on in here comes from above the stove, casting out a soft yellow glow. I glance over my shoulder to the living room to see Poseidon passed out on his checkered donut pillow. I kept him busy all weekend with trips to the beach and the coffee shop. He’s been a good— I gasp as he suddenly leaps off his pillow, wide awake and barking his head off, his teeth bared. “Sy, what—” My words stop short as I nearly drop my glass of wine. My gaze is locked on the wall of glass leading
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