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

into the kitchen and was now standing by Caleb’s leg like a loyal guard.

Michael’s face softened—just a fraction.

“Hi, boy,” he muttered, reaching down.

Barnaby sniffed his hand.

Then, after a second, Barnaby stepped back.

Not aggressive. Not scared.

Just… uninterested.

Michael’s hand froze midair.

The tiniest rejection, but it hit like a punch.

Michael straightened continue reading …