The Note in the Baby’s Bag Named the Man Who Came Knocking

from the sled.

“We’re close,” Grant said, though they were still four miles from town.

The puppy crawled over her shoulder and licked Noah’s blanket. Grant moved him back gently.

“You need a name.”

The puppy sneezed into Grant’s glove.

“Tucker,” Grant decided. “Because you keep tucking yourself into places you don’t belong.”

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