Goodbye, Let's Not Meet Again

The only friend I really had in 10 years—my dog, the one the Harland sisters had thrown out over and over again—ended up getting hit by a car. But this time, he didn't make it.

I cradled his broken, lifeless body home. To be honest, I didn't feel much of anything anymore.

Violet glared at me, looking pissed. "You brought that damn dog back again?!"

Her sister Hazel stomped over and tried to yank the dog out of my arms. "Callum's allergic to fur, you know that! Seriously, are you just trying to screw with us now?!"