“Damn, that could’ve been ugly,” I say.
Harlow nods. “This girl is all bark, no bite, and I was not in the mood to take her in for a rabies booster.”
We catch each other’s eye and chuckle. Daisy’s practically prancing, her tongue sticking out and tail wagging. She keeps glancing back toward where we left the raccoons like she’s ready to finish what she started.
“Yes, you’re our big, strong protector,” Harlow tells her affectionately. Daisy drops her head and presses it between us, inviting us both to shower her with pets, we happily oblige. It’s only another block until we’re back at Harlow’s. I’m relieved we don’t pick back up our earlier conversation.
“Is it okay if we go to bed early? I’m kind of tired,” I sayonce we’ve kicked our shoes off inside the entryway and she’s shuffling out of her coat.
“Yeah, of course.” Harlow catches my hand. “Are you okay?”
I give her a thin smile and nod. “Just tired.”
Her forehead is scrunched, and she looks like she can tell I’m lying. I hold my breath, but she doesn’t question me further.
I’m not sure how I feel that she doesn’t.
Interstitial 11
Saturday, September 27th, 2026
Harlow (11:08 a.m.):
I hope you’re having a good day
Harlow (3:02 p.m.):
How’s baby Lindsay?
Lily (4:37 p.m.):
Perfect
Harlow (4:39 p.m.):
I bet! Your mom sent me new pictures and she’s so precious
Harlow (6:34 p.m.):
Can’t wait to see you at gayme night!
Harlow (7:05 p.m.):
Are you still coming?
Lily (7:09 p.m.):
Hey sorry. I’m not going to make it tonight. I want to spend some extratime with Lindsay.
Harlow (7:10 p.m.):
Okay! We’ll miss you, but definitely get in some extra baby snuggles.
Chapter Thirteen
“Aren’t you going to miss this sweet face?” Mom coos, angling Lindsay in my direction.
I give her a tight-lipped smile before shoveling another spoonful of cereal in my mouth.
