The police officer caught my arm just as I started running toward my daughter.
“Ma’am, please. You need to slow down.”
I could see Mira sitting on the bus stop bench across the sidewalk. Her yellow jacket was zipped all the way to her chin, even though it wasn’t cold. Her little purple backpack was on the ground beside her feet.
She looked so small.
There were three police cars, an animal control truck, and several people standing around with their phones out.
And directly in front of my six-year-old daughter sat the biggest German Shepherd I had ever seen.
He was dirty, thin, and covered in old scars.
He wasn’t wearing a collar.
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