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

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Ryan stayed in the cabin, sleeping on the couch like he was sixteen again.

Around midnight, I woke up and found him sitting on the floor beside Buster’s bed.

Just sitting there, hand resting on Buster’s back, feeling him breathe.

Ryan looked up at me, eyes red.

“I forgot,” he whispered.

“Forgot what?” I asked.

He swallowed.

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