" napkin from the pile on the table and started to shred it. The other two women took seats, looked at the napkin, and exchanged a glance. “I assume she’s a stray.” She shoved the napkin away, her fingers wanting something else to do. Patsy leaned back in her chair and lifted the dog to look directly into her eyes. "

― Kendra Elliot , Her Grave Secrets (Rogue River #3)