A Curious Inquiry
“How’d you find him?” Paul asked, genuine curiosity lighting his eyes. “Marla called from the shelter,” I explained, absently scratching Rocky’s ears as he basked in the attention.
Paul nodded, understanding spreading across his features. “Must’ve been quite the surprise!” he said with a laugh.
I chuckled, “You have no idea. It’s like finding a missing piece of myself.” Rocky leaned into my side, and I knew the feeling of restoration was mutual.