When a Scruffy Little Dog Refused to Let an Old Woman Disappear

were filled with Clara’s familiar handwriting—quotes, half-finished letters, lists of people she wanted to write to and never did.

But tucked among them were others, newer, written in different ink.

“I’ve been reading the notes she got from you all,” Rachel said quietly. “From the trucker, the waitress, the college girl, the guy who fixed her heater.continue reading …