The cellphone slipped from Robin's fingers and clattered to the floor. Her bottom lip trembled and the bile rose up in her throat. For the next five minutes she was violently sick in the trash can, her aunt's voice still ringing in her ears.
"Your dogs… Robin, your dogs! All of them! Oh god, Robin it was so horrible! I'm so, so sorry! What kind of sick, twisted, evil SOB would do such a thing, honey? What kind of perverted, unnatural, psychopathic-"
The phone had clattered to the floor.
Only one kind of psychopath hated her enough for this.
Barney.