HE WAS ABOUT TO KILL HIS DOG, BUT I STOPPED HIM. WHAT I WHISPERED NEXT MADE HIM REALIZE HIS TERRIBLE MISTAKE.
The stench of stale beer and cheap cologne clung to him like a second skin. He reeked of regret, of bad decisions made in dimly lit bars and whispered promises broken before dawn. His face, contorted with a rage that seemed disproportionate to the situation, was inches from the terrified German Shepherd cowering at the…