“We hear you.”
“Hold on.”
“We’re coming.”
The dog answered.
One bark.
Sometimes two.
Then silence again.
At first I thought it was coincidence.
Then I noticed the pattern repeating.
Again.
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“We hear you.”
“Hold on.”
“We’re coming.”
The dog answered.
One bark.
Sometimes two.
Then silence again.
At first I thought it was coincidence.
Then I noticed the pattern repeating.
Again.
“You’re my girlfriend, not my wife.” Jenna knocked softly on the door, and I let her in, my heart still heavy from Marcus's words.…