Ethan’s voice broke the silence: “Please. Just one minute.”

He knelt, rain dripping off his shaved head. “He didn’t just save me that night… he saved who I was.”

The crowd murmured. Luke stared, jaw tight.

Ethan reached into his pocket and pulled something out — a small, scorched police badge.

“I wasn’t always this man,” he said. “This belonged to my father. He was an officer too. I lost everything after he died — the house, the job, myself. I thought the world forgot about good men.”

He placed the badge beside the dog’s coffin. “Until your dog reminded me what one looked like.”

The cemetery went silent.

Luke couldn’t move. The sound of rain on metal filled the air.

Then, slowly, he walked forward.