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Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 186

Sandra squeezed her shoulder gently. “George is the one who killed them. Our job is to keep fighting until we bring him to justice.”

Yvonne nodded, understanding. “I’m okay. It’s just… hard. Two lives, gone just like that.” She turned to Sandra. “You should go ahead. I need some time alone.”

“Alright,” Sandra agreed. “The forecast says it’s going to rain soon. Don’t stay out too long.”

“I won’t.”

Yvonne stood on the hospital steps and watched Sandra’s car disappear down the street. Then, she slowly descended the steps and began walking aimlessly along the road. The sky was a heavy, dark grey, with clouds pressing down. Soon, raindrops began to fall, quickly turning into a downpour.

She took shelter under the awning of a nearby building, watching the rain stream down in sheets, her gaze empty and lost. The world seemed to fade away, leaving only the roar of the storm. But through the noise, she heard a familiar bark.

Yvonne looked up and saw Bullet dashing across the street toward her. He was wearing a tiny raincoat, but he’d run so fast that the hood had fallen back, leaving his big head soaked. He stopped in front of her, shook the water from his fur, and barked again, his dark eyes filled with what looked like concern.

Seeing him was like finding family. Yvonne sank to her knees and threw her arms around him, the tears she’d been holding back finally breaking free.

“Oh, Bullet, I’m so sad,” she sobbed into his fur. “Why are there so many bad people in the world? Why do innocent people have to die? They say the arm of the law is long, but sometimes it feels impossible to catch the wicked… Oh, God…”

His black SUV was parked at the curb, its powerful frame a dark silhouette in the rain.

Yvonne met his gaze for a second before looking away, shaking her head. “No, thank you. I’ve already called for a rideshare. I wouldn’t want to trouble you, Mr. Thompson.”

A faint frown creased his brow. He studied her for a moment longer, then said simply, “Suit yourself.”

He turned and walked away.

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