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

feel like fame.

It feels like being stripped.

Like your private pain got turned into public debate.

Like your heart became a comment thread.

Caleb saw the look on my face.

He took the phone gently and turned it off.

“Don’t read that stuff,” he said.

I swallowed hard.

“But…” I whispered, “some of them are right.”

Caleb stared at me.

“No,” he said firmly. “Some continue reading …