Charlene’s blood went cold. She stared at the message until the rain blurred the words into a gray smear.
But the real Charlene—the one who lived in a cramped farmhouse on the edge of Maplewood—knew the truth. The storms she sang about weren’t metaphors. They had fur, whiskers, and four paws. 1 charlene hart aka skye blu pet lover part 1
The realization that many shelters are over-capacity. Charlene’s blood went cold
Epilogue for Part 1