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

someone had to answer it. I told myself that once we knew who had left Sophie, I would hand the situation to animal welfare and go home.

At eleven-fifty, Sophie was sleeping with one paw across the note.

At eleven-fifty-five, I began watching the phone on the wall.

At noon, nothing happened.

The minute hand moved.

12:01.

12:02.

I looked down at the childlike continue reading …