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

I deserve some of it.”

He looked at me.

“And maybe someone out there needs to hear that it’s okay to choose love over optics.”

I didn’t have anything clever to say.

So I did what Mary used to do when a moment got too big for words.

I put my hand on his shoulder.

That night, we didn’t go back to his mansion.

Not yet.

Buster was too tired, and honestly, so were continue reading …