The Puppy Had a Note Tied to Her Paw-and Someone Promised to Call at Noon

it again.

The final sentence was written smaller than the rest. The last word had been pressed so hard that the pencil had nearly torn through the paper.

Sophie watched my face.

“All right,” I said. “Let’s see whether your person told me the truth.”

I curled two fingers and tapped them gently against the pavement.

Tap. Tap.

The change was small, but unmistakable.continue reading …