Twenty minutes later, a vehicle pulled into our driveway.
My stomach dropped. It wasn’t a regular patrol car. On the side, in big bold letters, it said K-9 UNIT.
I thought, Oh no. This is too much. This will scare him more.
Officer Harrow stepped out. He looked like a giant—tall, broad-shouldered, sunglasses, vest, the whole nine yards. But then, he did something unexpected. He opened the back door of his SUV and let out his partner: a stunning, sleek German Shepherd.
He walked to our front door and knocked gently.