I Left the “Nice Guy” After He Forgot Our Dog’s Lifeline

the bus while Mark sleeps in the back.

Part 2

I didn’t sleep after I drove away.

Barnaby was curled into a tight comma on the passenger seat, still groggy from the sedative, his whiskers twitching like he was chasing something in a dream. I kept one hand on the wheel and the other hovering near him, like my palm could magically hold his brain in place.continue reading …