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

someone offers.

He glanced toward the den. “So… talk to me about next week.”

My fork froze.

“Assisted living,” I said.

“Do they allow dogs?”

I didn’t answer because I already knew the answer.

Caleb’s face darkened.

“Sir,” he said carefully, “do you know their policy, or are you guessing?”

I swallowed. “Michael picked the place. I haven’t… looked too hard.”

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