The Kindest Lie: A Delivery Driver, an Old Woman, and Rusty’s Last Winter

” he said gently. “In her sleep. Original work by Pawprints of My Heart. Peaceful. Her son came down from Chicago, handled the arrangements, and took the dog.”

I drove home with a hollow feeling in my chest. I wasn’t family. I wasn’t a friend. I was just the delivery guy.

Two days later, a letter arrived at the delivery company’s hub, addressed to “The continue reading …