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

works.”

Caleb’s eyes stayed calm. “Sometimes it is.”

Michael turned to me, voice rising slightly. “Dad, do you hear yourself? You’re going to negotiate like you’re buying a car? This is a facility. They have rules.”

I stared at my son and felt something settle in my chest.

Not anger.

Not hatred.

Something colder.

Understanding.

Because I suddenly saw what continue reading …