Chapter 848 Zero Tolerance for Tainted Stars

• She’d asked Tobi before if she could get a dog—ideally a short-legged corgi. He shot it down. He hated fur everywhere, and some of it set off his allergies.
• Tobi had left, and even Madelyn wasn’t home tonight. The big house felt hollow, stripped of warmth.
• She thought Tobi would pop back from the office fast. But in the dead of night, right as she was sleeping hard, her eyes flew open. Reflexively, her hand slid to the other side of the bed—ice cold.