Chapter 3After ice cream, and a spontaneous tryst in the backseat of their car, they finally arrived at Chad’s vet clinic. The doors were locked since it was Monday, the one day the clinic was closed to appointments. Chad had yet to arrive as well, having been caught in Montreal rush-hour traffic after responding to their texts the best he could. Something bad, don’t understand, and can’t see a cis doctor, was what Tasha had written. Chad, as always, said simply, see you in five.
Lydia now looked at her phone and counted the minutes. “It’s been more than five, Chad,” she huffed. “I’m freezing.”
“It’s kind of nice.” Tasha stared wistfully at the clouds and darkening sky as it started to snow. It made everything disturbing seem almost picturesque and downright festive with the lights hangi
