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

like it was a football game.

Linda squinted at me.

“Tell me that’s not you.”

I swallowed.

“It’s me.”

She made a sound halfway between a laugh and a gasp.

“Well, congratulations,” she said. “You’re internet famous.”

“I don’t have the internet,” I muttered.

Linda pointed at her phone.

“It has you.”

My stomach tightened.

“Who posted it?”

She shrugged. “Some kid at continue reading …