Amelia
I draw a bath for Molly and leave clothes out for her. I change into a fresh pair of clothes myself, then head back to the kitchen for more food. Thankfully it’s late enough that most people have retired to their bedrooms for the evening – including Ava.
When I return to my room, Molly is cleaned up and dressed, sitting nervously in the same armchair as before. I set the tray of food down in front of her, and she gobbles it down.
“How old are you?” I ask. She hesitates, so I add, “I’m eighteen.”
“Twenty,” she shares between bites, and I hold back my shock. I thought she was at least a couple years younger than me. She’s not a girl, but a woman.
I realize how malnourished she must truly be.
“I’m really curious about other pets. I’ve only been one for a few weeks really. May
