Mysterious Ways

Gigi

I drove slowly back from the store, content to go below the speed limit. I was in no hurry to get home. No one would be there waiting for me. Only a few weeks into my new life as a single woman, my studio apartment was still a maze of stacked cardboard boxes and chaos. It felt so empty. Especially now that Ginger was gone.

My dachshund had come to live with me after the divorce. Ginger had always been an anxious little thing with

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