A Good Boy
Theresa’s mouth fell open as she alighted from the shuttle. The dog from the previous day was sitting at the entrance where she’d left him. Locking eyes with her, the dog hurried over with its tail wagging.
Theresa smiled. After all, who wouldn’t enjoy being remembered by such a beautiful creature? But then she realized the dog had probably spent the night at the airport with nowhere to go. There must’ve been a reason why it’d spent his night here. Was it waiting for someone?