THE DOG SAT BESIDE REBECCA AS SHE CRIED, WHILE RENEE NICOLE GOOD’S CHILD WAITED FOR HER RETURN
The dog sat quietly in the back seat, looking out through the open window, unaware of why voices were raised or why the air felt so heavy. Snow covered the street outside, soft and unmoving. Inside the car, everything seemed frozen in time. The dog didn’t bark. It didn’t move. It simply stayed there –