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

sound. Like agreement.

Denise softened a little. “Okay. We can mark it sold. Leave it here until… whenever.”

Caleb nodded, then turned to me again.

“Sir,” he said, voice low, like he didn’t want to make the moment too big, “I’m gonna come back tomorrow. If that’s okay.”

My throat tightened. “Why?”

He didn’t answer right away. He just looked around my living continue reading …