Chapter 11: The Three of Us
Two months later, Peter was killed in a motorbike accident.
After that, it was just the three of us.
Me, Angie, and Benji.
He slept outside Angie’s door, then outside mine, as if he couldn’t decide which one of us needed guarding more.
He was the last living part of our home that still felt connected to the man we loved.
Then, on moving day eight months ago, Benji vanished.
We searched every street. Called his name until our voices cracked. Angie fell asleep in the passenger seat with dried tears on her face.
No collar.
No tag.
No way to prove he belonged to us.
He was simply gone.
Now he was in my arms again.
And I finally understood.
Those kids had not been stealing Angie from me.
In her stubborn, secret, beautiful teenage way, my daughter had been trying to give something back. Continue Reading ⬇️
