today, during neil’s morning run, he heard some crying from a bush. when he went to investigate, he’d found a kitten. his run was cut short, andrew can fit the kitten in his hand, they’re going to the vet’s tomorrow.
Millport boasted fewer than nine hundred residents. This was a place where everyone knew everyone’s business. That ingrained nosiness made things uncomfortable for Neil and his secrets, but he’d hoped to use that small-town mentality as a shield. Gossip about an outsider should have reached him before this stranger did. Millport had failed him.