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

but not fully living.

I stared at my son.

“You’re not too far gone,” I said.

Ryan’s eyes glistened.

“I feel like I am,” he whispered.

I shook my head.

“No,” I said. “You’re here. That’s the whole point of coming back.”

We sat in silence while the stove popped and the snow thickened outside.

Buster snored softly.

Then Ryan stood and took out his phone.

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