2) The Dog Named Hope Who Changed My Life
Two weeks later, at exactly 9:30 p.m., she sat by the door. I followed her back to Harlow’s. As usual, she waited outside. Then I spotted something on the bulletin board: a photo of a woman with a dog—Hope. Beneath it read: In Loving Memory of Maria Ellison, 1974–2021. “She always believed in second chances.”…
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