She was four years old, with brown curls, enormous dark eyes, and a smile that appeared slowly, like she wasn’t sure whether she was allowed to use it yet.
She was sitting at a small table in the agency’s family room, coloring a purple dog.
Eight months later, we met Josie.
« That’s a nice dog, » Daniel told her.
« It’s a wolf. »
« Then that’s an excellent wolf. »
She studied him for about three seconds before laughing.
I loved her immediately.
She studied him for about three seconds before laughing.
I know you’re not supposed to say things like that. We had been warned not to arrive expecting some magical instant bond.
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