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

doing this because I’m a saint,” he said. “I’m doing this because I’m angry.”

I blinked.

He looked toward Barnaby, who was struggling to stand, then settling again with a groan.

“I’m angry that people talk about ‘dignity’ like it’s a piece of furniture,” Caleb said. “Like you can just put it in storage.”

My throat tightened.

He turned back to me.

“We’re continue reading …