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I walked through the door, expecting Luna to dart toward me like always. But the house was quiet. No little paws, no eager meow. “Mom?
Where’s Luna?” She barely looked up from her phone. “I gave her away,” she said flatly. “You need to stop relying on me for your responsibilities.”
My heart pounded. “You’re joking.” But the look on her face told me she wasn’t. Then she added something that made my blood run cold…