My Teacher Threw My Report About My Marine Dad’s Dog in the Trash and Made Me Apologize—Then Scout Walked Into Our Classroom
She pressed it gently.
The drawer slid shut.
The report stayed inside.
At home, Lauren set a plate of spaghetti in front of Clara.
A photograph from Ben had arrived.
Scout sat beside him near the kennel, his working harness buckled across his chest.
The pale scar above his ear was clearly visible.
Lauren turned the phone toward Clara.