A lonely trucker almost passed the starving dog in the storm-then his headlights caught what the animal was hiding under its body…

first, confused by the soft lights and plastic tubing. Then his head turned slightly, and his gaze found Luke.

For the first time in months, recognition arrived cleanly.

“Luke,” Hank whispered.

Luke leaned forward. “I’m here.”

Hank’s mouth moved under the oxygen mask. Luke adjusted it gently.

“Cold,” Hank said.

“I know. You’re warm now.”

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