The Homeless Girl Returned What I Thought Was Gone Forever
The storm raged like it had a score to settle, pounding my farmhouse with wind and rain. Inside, it was just me and my old dog, Lucky—until he started pacing at the door, tail stiff, ears perked. No treat, no command calmed him. Something—or someone—was out there. I cracked open the door and he charged…
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