When she opened them, she forced herself to move again.
She’d figure it out. She always did. That was what kept her upright. The constant, quiet determination not to fall apart because if she fell, there was no safety net waiting below.
She made her way toward the registers.
That was when she saw him.
At first it was just the dog that caught her attention—a scruffy, medium-sized mutt pressed close to a man’s leg, tail flicking in slow, cautious sweeps. Not wagging like a happy dog. More like a dog trying to reassure itself the world was still safe.
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