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

there.” Hank reached over and turned off the machine. The screen faded until it reflected only their faces. “But a name won’t guarantee peace. Sometimes a name just gives your hurt an address.”

Luke hated how true that sounded.

Hank stood slowly and touched his shoulder. “I won’t tell you not to look. You’re old enough to decide some things. Just don’t continue reading …