CHAPTER 80

As I was rummaging through my pile of clothes for a coat, not even thinking of changing out of my T-shirt and sweats, I glanced over at Flippy, and for the first time since the parking garage incident, I didn't feel judged by his eyes. He was staring at me, yes, but I didn't feel scrutinized this time.

I smiled "You're a smart turtle, Flippy."

He resumed swimming in the water that filled his tank.

When I found my coat, I rushed out of the room and grabbed my phone,...