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

mascara streaks. A man with a cat carrier on his lap like it was a baby seat. A teenager hugging a blanket like it smelled like something she loved.

All of us pretending we weren’t terrified.

Ryan sat beside me, knees bouncing.

“We’re trending,” he said suddenly, like he couldn’t stop thinking about it.

I stared straight ahead.

“I don’t care.”

He flinched.continue reading …