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

the way out, Michael didn’t speak.

He stared at Barnaby like he was seeing him for the first time.

In the parking lot, Michael finally exhaled like he’d been holding his breath for years.

“I didn’t think they’d do that,” he admitted, voice tight.

I looked at him.

“You didn’t want them to,” I said softly.

Michael flinched.

Then, to my shock, his eyes filled.continue reading …