The Chair He Bought, The Dog They Tried to Take, and the Choice

to the corner, where Barnaby was looking anxious, trying to slide off the seat. The young man gently lifted Barnaby’s back legs and helped him settle back into the deep, comfortable leather.

“Stay there, buddy,” he whispered. “You’re good. You’re safe.”

He turned to me. He had seen me. He was the only person in three hours who actually looked me in the continue reading …