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…

lined with dust. “That bad?”

Denise rested her hand on the back of Leah’s chair. It was a brief touch, warm and heavy. “I’m going to be right outside if you need me.”

After she left, Leah turned back to her son and tried to sing the song she used to hum when he was still home, before the fevers, before the ambulance, before the infection that had dug continue reading …