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

let it out of her sight.”

“I told her to keep it.”

There was noise behind the girl: a  door closing, a woman speaking softly, the squeak of shoes on tile. Wherever she was, she was not alone.

“What’s your name?” I asked.

“Lucy.”

“And Sophie belongs to you?”

Another pause.

“She did.”

The change in tense was so quiet I almost missed continue reading …