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

heart pounding like I’d run a mile.

Caleb exhaled slowly.

“You okay?” he asked.

I shook my head.

“No,” I said honestly. “But I’m still here.”

Caleb nodded like he respected that.

Then he did something unexpected.

He walked into the den, knelt by the leather chair, and ran his fingers under the cushion.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

He shrugged. “My grandma continue reading …