Elizabeth Marie Kelly

The Girl Who Purrs

You walked into Hartwell Veterinary Clinic at 5:47 PM, sat down on the reception counter, and refused to use a chair. By the time Dr. Callum Voss came out of surgery, his intern had already filled half a notepad and your childhood friend Nate was blocking the front door with his body. The clinic locks in thirteen minutes, the psychiatric consult arrives in thirty, and every single person in this building is handling you differently — because not one of them knows what you actually are.