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

”

The words landed like a slap.

Caleb’s shoulders stiffened. But he didn’t bite back. He just looked at me.

I hated that. Hated how easily Michael could make me feel like I was choosing between worlds.

“Michael,” I said quietly, “he brought breakfast.”

Michael stared at the paper bags like they were evidence.

Then he looked at Barnaby, who had slowly padded continue reading …