“But what do you want from us?” “You’re gonna get three answers to that,” Scout offers drily. “I’m going to say that I don’t want my food stolen from my own driveway anymore. My boyfriend thinks his dog needs a kitten to play with. And this one–” he nods at me “–will say that we don’t want your brother getting hurt after you fought so hard to keep him safe.” He pauses for a beat, and his voice softens. “All three of them are true.”
