Deirdre did not notice when Bliss got out of the box and moved close to her, whining to lick her fingers.

Her throat hurt so much that she could not speak, so she could only hold Bliss in her arms and bite her lower lip tightly to stop her body from shaking.

‘This is pure agony. When will days like this one end?’

She suddenly envied Bliss. She envied the dog because someone would hold it and give it warmth when it whined, yet she had nothing.

She walked out of the bathroom after cleaning u