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

apart in tidy little rooms.

She listened as Caleb spoke.

He didn’t beg.

He didn’t accuse.

He told the truth.

He talked about loneliness.

He talked about routine.

He talked about how Barnaby wasn’t a hazard—he was an anchor.

Mrs. Hanley’s eyes flicked to me occasionally, like she was trying to see past my age and find the person inside.

Michael interjected at continue reading …