Chapter 3
When Sunday morning arrived, Aaron awakened early. The sun was just beginning to filter in through the sheer curtains Becca had placed at the windows, and the sky outside was gray with a pink tinge. He sat up on his air mattress, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, and glanced over at the bowl of food he had put out for Mavis. It remained untouched, just next to his sister’s bed. Becca’s even breathing let him know his sister was still asleep. Aaron frowned. The bowl was filled with ground chicken thighs, soft brown rice, and peas and carrots, all cooked up lovingly in a broth of good chicken stock. What dog could resist that?
His heart skipped a beat as he wondered if Mavis was even still breathing. She was a frail thing; perhaps the shock of leaving the confines of the shelter a
