“Tabitha. I. Don’t. Know.” That shuts her up. “You were right, okay? I don’t know anything.” Her mouth pops open and then closes again. “All I know is that the stories your sister told me don’t fit with what I’ve seen today. All I know is that Milo’s mom is gone, and I want nothing but the absolute best for him. All I know is that he’s talked about tabby cats for the past fucking year, and I’ve told him over and over again that I’m allergic.”
