he refused to leave Ethan’s side. He was a shadow, tethered not by leather, but by loyalty.
Every few steps, Thor nudged Ethan’s hand with his wet nose, a tactile check-in. I’m here. We’re moving. It was as if he was reminding himself that this wasn’t a dream. Ethan smiled softly each time, letting his fingers trail through the dog’s thick fur, feeling continue reading …
