“I’m as good as dead,…” Sash replied, allowing a persistent tear to escape down her cheek. “I should just step out the window again.”

Hypre apparently didn’t understand what she meant. He sat up, wobbly balanced on his hind legs and swiped at the air. ‘Ohh! Can you bring me a bird?! Blake says I can’t chase them!”

“I’m sad, Cat.” Sash sighed again. “What am I going to do?”