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

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Caleb exhaled, relieved.

“Hey, buddy,” he whispered, kneeling down.

Barnaby leaned into his hand like he’d known him longer than a day.

I cleared my throat. “Caleb… did someone take a video yesterday?”

He hesitated. “Yeah.”

My chest tightened. “Of… all that?”

He looked apologetic. “A teenager. Phone out the whole time. I tried to wave him off. continue reading …