“I bought her a rescue kitten, all right? I got it from this guy Roger who we both know, and I have this wee thing with me now, and I just need to find Freya.” There’s silence on the other end of the line. “Mac, you can’t just give her a kitten. Not after everything that’s happened. It’s only been a week since your grandad’s funeral. Give her some time.” “I’m not just giving her a kitten, Allie,” I growl and flinch when I realise how angry I am. “I’m trying to win her back. I love her, Al.”
