When the Signal Dies, Love Is Logistics—and Every Choice Has a Cost

be to blame, whether someone should pay.

But Barnaby—the entire reason I’d packed that box in the first place—was just a prop in their debate.

A symbol.

A punchline.

I started the car and sat there with my hands on the wheel, staring at nothing.

I thought about how easily people say, “It’s just a dog.”

Like “just” is a magic word that shrinks love into something continue reading …