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…

Jack felt the movement against his boot. He looked down and saw the dog’s ears angle toward the ceiling, then toward the hallway beyond the cafeteria doors.

“What?” Natalie asked.

Jack gathered the papers. “He’s listening.”

“To what?”

Before he could answer, the hospital lights flickered once.

It was a small thing. A half-second dip. In most buildings, continue reading …