Despite everything inside of me screaming not to leave, I slip through the gate and make my way to my truck. I can hear Sam’s high pitched whine and his paw scratching the wood fence. The sound makes the back of my throat ache. My hands clench into fists and when I reach my truck, I punch the driver’s side door. An insane pain shoots up my arm, and the skin across my knuckles breaks. Blood starts to ooze down the back of my hand as I flex my fingers.
Goddamn it! What happened today?
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