Chapter 72: Back to his owner ( Emiliano’s POV )
As Luther’s hospitalization ended, one question hovered over the quiet in his room as he was packing to go home.
All we could hear was the shifting of the clothes as Luther dressed up and an IV dropping slowly somewhere in the lobby, outside the room.
I left him a casual outfit on the bed: Levi’s jeans, a polo shirt and some white sneakers. I am glad he accepted it.
My puppy liked his new leash.
That was a good sign. I- I can’t exactly do anything if he decides to go with Killian, Tom or Claus.
At least not at this moment with all the glares from the hospital pinning us down.
We were spread around the exit while Luther was getting ready:
Tom was leaning on the door frame, looking at my wife with nothing but dreamy eyes.
Killian was leaning on the wall with his arms crossed, biting his lips once in a while in an anxious combo with a yearning, scared gaze.
Claus was sitting on a chair with the saddest puppy look he could perform.
He was the least likely to go home with Luther. My wife didn’t take his adoption into his family.
With the chair ready to aim at Claus’s head, Luther lost all reason when his new step-brother entered the room: