“I think she feels at home here.” I gesture toward the stunning view in front of us—a smoked-glass, gray sky pierced by countless evergreens. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” I singsong to her as she climbs onto my lap and starts purring. “And you’re the same color as those gorgeous clouds. You belong here, don’t you?” After a long stretch of silence, Axel says, “Maybe she does.” When I glance up, he’s not looking at the kitten. He’s looking at me.
