“Mia, what’s wrong?” Henry demands, turning me around and making me face him. I shake my head against his hard chest, unable to think the words let alone speak them out loud. “Tell me, Mia, or I swear to God I’ll rip this place apart until I find out––” “Pixie’s gone.” His hands freeze against my back. “What do you mean gone?” “She’s gone, Henry. She died.” Another sob breaks free, and my chest heaves. “She’s gone, and I didn’t get to say goodbye. And I know she’s just a dog, and I know she was old and she wasn’t going to live forever, but it fucking sucks, Henry. Why does everyone leave? Why
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