They Called Me “Poor Old Mom”—So I Bought a One-Way Freedom Ticket

managed.

I stood up.

“I’ll take him,” I said.

The volunteer blinked.

“Are you sure?”

I looked at Marlin again.

He blinked slowly, like he trusted my answer before I even gave it.

“Yes,” I said. “I’m sure.”

When I brought Marlin back to the villa, he walked through the sliding door like he’d always belonged there.

He sniffed the tile.

He investigated the couch.continue reading …