Home came alive that evening. Two bowls waited in the kitchen, two tiny beds by the window. But Tracks and Switch ignored them, choosing instead to explore every inch of the living room.
Tracks pawed at his reflection in the glass door while Switch tried to climb onto the couch, yipping at his brother for help.
Thomas laughed, sinking into the chair. “You’ve already taken over,” he said. “Figures.”
Outside, the fading sun cast a golden stripe across the floor, and for a moment the house felt warmer than it ever had before.
