The park grew quiet again after the teenagers disappeared down the path.
The young man didn’t move.
He just sat there, holding Barnaby close, feeling the slow, steady rhythm of the dog’s breathing return to normal. The shaking faded. The tension left his fragile body.
For a long moment, neither of them let go.
Because they both remembered.
Just from …
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