‘You can’t call her that!’ Callan stood with his arms akimbo like a protective mother hen.
Darya was examining a bottle of ketchup.
She was about to push her trolley away when she heard a joyful bark.
‘Daddy!’ Marshmallow stuck his head out from the tote bag.
He was hopping, eager to jump out.
To where?
Into the arms of the man he was calling Daddy?
Darya gawked at the pup.
What was going on?
Marshmallow didn’t give her the time to react.
Like a rocket, he launched himself into Micah’s arms, wagging his short tail feverishly.
There was no mistake about it, Darya thought.
The man Marshmallow was calling Dad was Micah.
But why?
Micah stroked the dog’s soft fur.
He didn’t look surprised at all to have a talking dog in his arms.
Darya hissed, ‘
