"The cinnamon caramel of mine and the peanut butter fudge." Yes, she was going to eat a full carton and a half and nobody could stop her. She'd basically hit rock bottom. If she wasn't going to bed, she'd probably be inclined to get hideously drunk as well.

Sancho finally seemed to get the nerve to hop up on the table and nuzzle his face into hers. She gratefully picked up the cat and hugged him.

"I'm sorry, baby. I know I haven't been home very much."