Something enormous and unfamiliar clenched in Daniel’s chest.
“Stop the car,” he said suddenly.
He stepped out into the freezing wind, ignoring the sting against his face. As he approached, the dog lifted its head weakly, but didn’t move away. It didn’t have the strength to be afraid.
The girl blinked awake, startled.
Her voice was barely a whisper.
“Please… don’t take my dog.”
Daniel froze.
“I’m not taking him,” he said gently. “I’m just making sure you’re okay.”
She stared at him for a long moment, as if trying to decide whether grown-ups could be trusted at all.
Her Name Was Mia. The Dog Was Bruno. And Her Story Broke Him.
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