" name, room by room. Until he found him in the bathtub . . . Scarlett jumped up on his lap and began to purr. She nudged his chest and demanded a pat, like she somehow knew that he needed affection. He needed the universe to reach out and remind him that he was still breathing, and Scarlett meowed quietly, nudging him again, and August couldn’t help but smile. "

― N.R. Walker , Tallowwood (Tallowwood, #1)