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The kitten stopped crying and pouted sadly as if hearing my thoughts and knowing he’d chosen the wrong pair of legs to beg at.

“It’s okay, little guy. I’ll help you. I just can’t keep you.”

He meowed and gave me sad little eyes.

“I’m not leaving you here, alright? You’re gonna be okay.”

His ears were a tad crusty, and his lack of body mass ensured I’d probably have to get some kitten formula.

Unlocking my car, I went to put him on the front seat but spotted Sailor and Lily in the distance. They carried a large plastic box between them. Lily said something, and Sailor managed to laugh.

Seeing Sailor responding to her friend eased the tightness of concern in my chest.

She’s okay.

She wasn’t alone and had someone she trusted.

She wasn’t better or completely healed, but she would be okay for a little while.

Which was good because right now, someone else needed my help.

Placing the little kitten on the leather seat, I closed the door and headed to the driver’s side. First, I’d take him to the nearest vet for a quick check-up, pop to the store to get supplies, and then head home.

And when does sleep come into this?

I yawned as I drove out of the car park, checking on Sailor in my rearview mirror.

Sleep would have to wait for a little longer.

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Sailor

Pouncing Panic

I LAY IN THE DARK.

Arms crossed under my blankets.

Fingers pinching each arm hard enough to almost split the skin.

I couldn’t move.

Could hardly breathe.

The stress of the market and the effort it took to stay sane for Lily and smile for my customers had drained me to the point of despair.

But this wasn’t like the panic attack I’d had on the rug that first time.

This was far more stealthy. It’d waited until I’d had Thai takeout with Lily, put away all my merchandise, and bid her goodnight. It’d stalked me as I locked up, cleaned my teeth, and slipped into my bed on the floor of Nana’s old bedroom.

The wallpaper shimmered with misty lakes and silver cranes; the faintest paint smell lingered in the air. I’d read for a bit and fallen asleep, but then I’d heard a noise.

A noise like boots on the stairs and the corridor landing creaking.

And that was it.

The panic pounced.

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