"This is a bad idea." Laura muttered as she waited outside of his apartment.
Hovering her hand over the doorbell, she wondered what she could possibly say.
"Hey, thanks for calling the ambulance and for attempting CPR on my dog."
Stop joking Laura, she thought to herself, you nearly lost her life over this. Her mind wandered to King, his eyes glassy and his mouth covered in foam and she bit the inside of her lip hard. She'd given him a piece of chicken under the table, like she always did. She could tell herself that he'd died of natural causes, but she was sure the rat poison on the chicken had probably been the straw that broke the camel's back.
Hearing footsteps from behind the door, she knew she had to make a decision. Run, or stay?