“Laura,” I said, “...you’ve broken my trust.” A muffled squeal pierced through the floorboards. “No!” Laura was hysterical. “The PIG!” Laura threw open the door to the cellar with such force that I thought she might break her arm, but she was too late. The Trustpig 🐖 had already breathed its last.
⬆️excerpt from my novel, which takes place in a world very much like our own save for one crucial distinction

















