“Sis… Sis…” Her tone was soft and hurt. “I just… just saw those outfits on Brother Zion’s phone a few days back, and I thought they looked so cute… so I casually said… it’d be nice if my dog could try them on…”
“And Zion gave me those clothes and toys the next day. I honestly didn’t know they were for your baby. If I knew, how could I take them?”
A sharp pain throbbed at my temples. I had barely opened my mouth when Zion let out a short laugh.
He lowered his head to look at Maeve, his tone gentle and doting.
“Why bother saying so much to her?”
“How could she not take them?” His tone was careless. “Those worn-out old outfits, letting a dog use them fits just fine.”
A loud buzzing rushed through my head.
Worn?
Good for a dog?
My voice scraped out of my throat with effort. “Zion, those were the clothes I begged—”
“Enough.” Zion impatiently interrupted me.
“Can you stop making such a big deal?”
He lightly touched Maeve’s back, sounding completely dismissive.
“What you did at your mom’s death anniversary upset Maeve. I took a few outfits and toys to compensate her. What’s the issue?”
He looked straight at me, his expression cold. “And now you run to the company to yell?”
Compensate?