An invitation to sit
Finally, he spoke, voice even and almost gentle. “Come, sit,” he said, gesturing to an overturned crate. Abby’s heart thudded, but she obeyed, lowering herself cautiously.
Around him, the dogs settled comfortably, lying at ease, pressing against his legs. Their loyalty to him was undeniable. To them, he wasn’t a stranger. He was their anchor.
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