But later that night, while waiting for her results, the vet came out, holding a small envelope. “We found something unusual,” she said. “There was a microchip — but it’s registered to a child, not an adult.” Aaron frowned. “A child?” The vet nodded. “A girl named Sophie Carter. Eight years old.” Aaron’s heart sank. “The woman…
The woman paused. “She asks for her every night.” Aaron swallowed hard. “Then she deserves to see her again.” The next morning, under soft drizzle, he loaded Lulu onto his bike and rode toward the foster home. When he arrived, a shy little girl with auburn hair peeked through the window. Aaron smiled gently. “You…
Sophie ran forward, tears spilling down her cheeks before she could even speak. Aaron set Lulu down carefully. The little dog stumbled forward, tail wagging frantically, whining as it reached her. The girl dropped to her knees. “You came back,” she sobbed, hugging her tightly. Aaron turned away, blinking back tears. The foster mother stood…
The foster mother looked at him. “You’re welcome to come by anytime. I think Sophie just found someone who understands loss.” Over the next few weeks, Aaron visited often. He brought Lulu food, toys, and sometimes just sat with them both. One rainy evening, Sophie asked softly, “Mr. Aaron, do you ever go to the…
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