CHAPTER 37: SARAH
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When Sarah woke the bed was empty. Nick must’ve left in the middle of the night but where was Tank? She hopped out of bed, pulling on a pair of shorts and T-shirt. Tank never left her side. She prayed he hadn’t gotten sick from the stress of Nick being here. She hurried into the living room and stopped. Nick was sitting on the couch sharing his breakfast with Tank. Tank was so busy snacking on bits of bacon that he barely gave her a glance.
“See, I’m not such a bad guy.” Nick scratched Tank behind the ears as he fed the dog a bite of toast. “And I’d never hurt your...Mom? Is that how you think of her?” He stared at the dog as if trying to understand Tank’s thoughts. “Nah, you know she’s not your mom. She’s not hairy enough and I’m the only one gets to lick he
