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

of them are loud.”

That line stuck with me.

Not because it was clever.

Because it was true.

Loud isn’t always right.

Loud is just loud.

The meeting at the facility happened on Thursday.

Michael came, arms crossed, like a man already preparing for disappointment.

I came in my wheelchair, Barnaby’s collar in my pocket like a talisman.

Caleb came with the folder continue reading …