DAHLIA
 
 So we learned after Lily got kicked in the face.
 
 I knew it was a bad idea to have my family take care of my animals, but they assured me it would be okay.
 
 Guilt makes my heart heavy as I type out my next message.
 
 ME
 
 Fred can check on them instead.
 
 DAHLIA
 
 I knew you’d overreact.
 
 ME
 
 It’s called caring.
 
 Lily and Dahlia are the younger sisters I never had, so I can’t help my reactions sometimes, especially if I’m the one to blame.
 
 DAHLIA
 
 I know, and we love you for it, but relax. Seriously.
 
 DAHLIA
 
 Bacardi is fine. Lily is fine. Everyone is fine.
 
 ME
 
 How is Lily’s face?
 
 DAHLIA
 
 Besides a small bruise on her cheek, she’s all good.
 
 I release a heavy breath and start to type out a message to Fred, a farmer and my closest neighbor, but Dahlia’s next text makes me pause.
 
 DAHLIA
 
 BUT maybe you should hold off on adopting any more animals for a bit.
 
 I laugh to myself.
 
 ME
 
 Too late.
 
 One of the farmers in a neighboring town is struggling to keep up with his animals since his wife died, and I already agreed to foster them while I find them a more permanent home. Julian has begun working on the expansion plans for the barn because he thinks I’ll outgrow the space by next year.
 
 DAHLIA
 
 …
 
 DAHLIA
 
 I pity Ellie. I can’t believe she willingly puts up with nine animals.