Chapter 25

• “Hold on,” she informed, as if the cat could understand her. “I’ll remove it.”
• She petted her to calm her and unstuck the fabric. She was about to throw it away, thinking it to be some torn cloth when the silky touch made her hesitate. It was so smooth and fluid. She took a second glance. A handkerchief, beige and looking new, despite the dust and the pinholes where the claws had gone through.
• She didn’t own it. Danica went stiff, recalling who might own it.