The hospital refused a dying baby one last visit with his therapy dog! When his mother smuggled the German shepherd in anyway, the dog ignored the crib-and started barking at something beside it…

Natalie lowered her eyes. “I need my bag.”

Dr. Vale seemed satisfied. “Take it and go.”

Natalie gathered her things slowly. Her right hand moved once near the side of the terminal, quick and practiced. A small drive disappeared into her palm, then into the lining of her cardigan pocket.

Dr. Vale watched her leave, but not closely enough.

Jack was waiting continue reading …