4 weeks later

I stood still. My heart hammered in my throat. He...what?  His words echoed in my head. "We've found him a good home! If it wasn't for you we would never have sold him! Thank you."

Already...tomorrow. So soon. Why?

Milk was leaving tomorrow. It was me who 'sold' him. I forced a smile to hide the tears. "That's great. Sorry, I need the bathroom."

I sat down hard on the toilet. The tears wouldn't stop. The toilet paper had half filled the dustbin.

"If it wasn't for you wouldn't have sold him..." It rung over and over.

I walked home that evening. My heart in a million tiny pieces.

I collapsed in bed and pulled the rosette out of my draw. Hugging it to my chest.  I fell asleep crying for the first time in my life. My stupid 'sisters' hadn't even made me feel so horrible.

"If it wasn't for you we would never have sold him..."