him to my truck, struggling under his size, and ordered, “Buckle him in.”
So I did. Seatbelt across his belly. Every time.At night, when the cab hummed and loneliness tried to settle in my chest, that lopsided face kept it from landing fully. When I came home, Emily would sprint down the driveway, unbuckle him, and say, “See? He protected you.”
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