The V in Vulnerable
By J.M. Snyder
Sunday evening found the Braunson-diLorenzo household in a state of domestic bliss. The dinner dishes were washed and drying on the counter in the kitchen. The television was on low, the channel turned to a Nascar race. In the living room Matt relaxed in Vic’s oversized recliner, feet up, a bowl of seedless grapes on his lap. On the couch, their dog Sadie lay curled on the cushion closest to Matt, head in her paws, gaze trained on Matt’s hand as he raised the next couple of grapes to his mouth. The patient look in her large eyes said she didn’t know if those little green balls were tasty or not, but if he was eating them, then she wanted some, too. Unfortunately he was glued to the TV screen and didn’t see her sad expression, so her attempt at begging d
