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

he’d been swallowing for years.

“She wants me to sue,” he said flatly.

I blinked.

“Sue who?”

“The kid who posted it. The commenters. Everyone,” he said, a humorless laugh. “She says we’re being ‘attacked.’ She says we have to ‘protect our image.’”

I stared at him.

“And what did you say?”

Ryan looked at Buster.

Then at Mary’s photo.

Then back at me.

“I said we continue reading …