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

“None,” I said. “The ones who showed up were the neighbors. The people with chipped mugs and old cars. The people who don’t say ‘networking dinner’ with a straight face.”

Ryan didn’t answer.

Then Buster made a sound.

A low, wet cough.

I turned my head fast.

He coughed again—harder this time. His body tensed like it hurt to pull air in.

My heart kicked.

“Buster?continue reading …