Two Minutes Dead, One-Eyed Barnaby Alive: When Family Love Becomes a Bill

internet call me cold.

I didn’t drive back to her house.

I didn’t beg.

I didn’t offer another check.

I slid the letter into an envelope and wrote her address the old-fashioned way.

Because some things shouldn’t be posted.

Some things should be held.

Barnaby snored softly at my feet like he was dreaming of the day I didn’t have to fight my own guilt anymore.continue reading …