Inside was a photo of her and Lucky, both smiling. “We’re moving to another city,” she said, trying so hard to sound brave. “Mom said… if I ever wanted him back, I should ask you.” She paused, looking down.
“But… I don’t think I will.”
Before I could find the right words, she hugged Lucky one last time, whispered something into his fur, and walked away. The house has felt strangely quiet ever since. And I haven’t seen her since.
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