The Quiet Record of Whispered Vows

Previously

…He tried again. This time, he waited until Lily was engrossed in adding some fluffy white sheep to her scene. He crept over to her backpack, which was leaning against her chair. He nudged the zipper with his nose, carefully pulling it down just a crack. Then, with a swift flick of his paw, he sent a stray eraser rolling out, followed by a small, brightly colored crayon. Lily paused, hearing the faint clatter. She looked down. “Oh, my goodness,” she said, a hint of amusement in her voice. “My backpack