to mask the tremor in her voice. “Let’s… let’s move on, Ethan. Quickly. The service dogs are in the next wing. They’re waiting for you.”
But Ethan didn’t step away. He stood rooted to the spot, his head cocked, listening to Thor’s restless pacing. The claws scraped the concrete in uneven circles—click, scrape, turn, click. Something about the dog’s continue reading …
