My Teacher Threw My Report About My Marine Dad’s Dog in the Trash and Made Me Apologize—Then Scout Walked Into Our Classroom

Now Ben was letting her decide what she wanted to do with the apology.

He turned the phone toward Scout.

The dog stood beside the kennel door.

Clara looked at the familiar pale scar.

“Tell him his scar made it into the drawing.”

Ben smiled.

“He’ll consider that an honor.”

Scout lowered his nose toward the phone.