Chapter 8: The Search
“He has a little split in his right ear,” Angie said on the video. “That’s how we’ll know it’s really him.”
When the screen went dark, the quiet boy with glasses spoke.
“Angie talked about you all the time.”
I looked at them through tears.
“How did you find him?”
The dark-haired boy leaned against the TV stand.
“We’d been looking for weeks. Longer, actually. Angie told us about your old town, about Benji, and how he disappeared on moving day. No collar. No tag. Nothing to trace him.”
“We rode out there when we could,” the boy with glasses added. “Put up posters. Checked shelters. Asked people.”
I stared at them.
They had been doing all of that while I sat at home believing they were pulling my daughter away from me.
Then the smallest girl began to cry harder.
“The day it happened,” she said, “we were coming back from one of those searches.” Continue Reading ⬇️
