The Garage Christmas: A Father, a Son, and the Dog Who Stayed

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Don’t ever shut them out.

Part 2

The next morning, the snow was still falling, and my phone was still buzzing like a trapped hornet in the cupholder.

I didn’t sleep much in the cab. I never do when the heater’s rattling and your past keeps tapping the glass.

Buster slept, though. Of course he did. He always does when he’s sure I’m close enough to reach.continue reading …