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

passenger seat on a pile of blankets. His head rested against the door, and his eyes stayed on me like he didn’t want to miss a second.

“Stay with me,” I said, voice cracking. “Just stay with me.”

At a red light, my phone buzzed again.

A text from Ryan.

I’m on the road. Don’t do this alone.

For the first time in a long time, I felt something besides anger continue reading …