Chapter 10

“What’s Aldo’s story?”

I jerked my attention to Tru. His gaze was fixed on the road, effortlessly navigating the small RV through the light traffic. I shook my head. “What?”

Tru grinned, then leaned forward to check his surroundings before making a left onto Bank Street. “There’s always a story, right? Even if it’s just you saw him in the store and couldn’t leave him. How’d you get him?”

I smiled a little, remembering, even though I knew he was trying to take my mind off what was going on. “Yeah, there’s a story. And it’s better than that, too.”

Tru’s grin grew huge, and he shot me an interested look. “Do tell.”

“Aldo was sixteen weeks old, and his original owners brought him into the vet to get neutered. Said they would pay for it, but they wouldn’t be picking him back up.”

“Excuse me?” Tru’s tone was incredulous.