His dog.
But the military had rules.
When handlers were injured or killed, dogs were reassigned.
Life moved forward.
That was the official line.
Caleb had repeated it to himself a thousand times during physical therapy.
Still, something in him had refused to let go.
He adjusted his grip on the crutches, took another slow step toward the yard, and that was the exact moment Ranger snapped.
The dog lunged forward with such explosive force that the leash nearly ripped out of Corporal Holloway’s hands.
Boots scraped on concrete.
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