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

“Sir,” the cashier said, eyes wide, “is that you?”

I stared at the tiny screen and watched a version of my life play out like entertainment.

A woman’s voice sharp like glass.

Caleb’s voice calm but firm.

My own face in the background—small, quiet, barely noticeable.

I watched strangers comment as if they knew us.

Some praised Caleb like he was a hero.

Some continue reading …