His ears were raised, his front legs were planted firmly on the pavement, and he was staring at the officers as though he had decided nobody was getting past him.
“That’s my little girl,” I told the officer. “Please, I need to get to her.”
“I understand,” she said. “My name is Officer Davila. Your daughter’s okay. She’s been talking to us. But that dog won’t let anybody get close.”
I looked at the animal.
He turned his head toward me.
For one terrible second, I thought he might come after me too.
Then Mira saw me.
“Mama!”
She tried to stand.
The dog immediately looked back at her.
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