brought Barnaby up in a carrier. When they opened that door, he didn’t run to check my wallet. He didn’t ask about the wedding venue.
He limped over to the bed, let out a soft whimper, and buried his face in my neck, right where he had licked me when I was dying. He was shaking. He didn’t care if I was a truck driver, a millionaire, or a cripple. He continue reading …
