Soul Searching: A Sweetwater Peak Novel

by Lyla Sage

“I’d rather be alone with an open petri dish full of an airborne flesh-eating virus than listen to my own thoughts.”

She gets it

so I picked him up and brought him home.” “What’s his name?” I said, crouching to scratch the new pup’s head. “Phillips Screwdriver,” Boone said, and my head whipped up. “You cannot be serious,” I responded. Boone shrugged. “I call him Phil for short.”

PLEASE

The Chihuahua caught my eye and bared its little teeth at me. I bared mine back. “Don’t worry,” Boone said with his back to me. “Chicken only kills when commanded.”

I am cry laughing rn, I LOVE Boone