Hanna looked down at the cat with a gentle pursing of her lips, thinking of the name. The cat was cuddly, trusting when Hanna found her. âBelleâŠâ Hanna said, looking up at Dette âYea, I like that name for herâŠâ
âShe is one.â Dette hummed in thought. âA beauty, that is. You came up with a good name for her.â
















