My Dog Blocked The Door And Refused To Let Me Inside Until I Discovered The Truth

It was simply the smell of a person who was not me, who had been present in a space that normally contained only the smells of me and my dog, and the wrongness of it arrived in the back of my brain a full second before my conscious mind assembled the information into meaning.

I was still processing it when I saw the drawer.

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