*Constance*

Back in my bedroom, I looked out of the window, cast in the gloom of a wet, dreary day. It’s been far too long since I’ve felt the sun on my skin, and I missed the warmth of it. I longed to feel the grass beneath my paws and to feel the wind through my fur. But that wouldn’t be happening. Not now.

I twisted my hands in front of me, worrying at my nails as I began pacing the length of the bedroom floor. My mind was racing, my heart fluttering in my ...