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

” I whispered, “when everyone else walks past me, he stops.”

Mrs. Hanley’s face softened.

Not completely.

But enough.

She exhaled.

Then she did something that surprised all of us:

She said, “Bring him in.”

Michael stiffened. “He’s not here.”

Mrs. Hanley looked at Caleb. “You said he’s calm.”

Caleb nodded. “He is.”

She nodded once. “Then I want to meet him.”

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