Needing Answers
“What’s going on here?” Vanessa asked Don. She bent down to comfort Cammy before picking her up. The poor dog was shaking like a leaf, but each time Don entered her line of vision, she growled.
“I have no idea,” Don said in response. “She just bit me, yet you’re treating her like she’s the victim.”
There was an anger in his eyes to the likes Vanessa had never seen before. And she wondered what that meant.