I remembered another evening.
Another frightened dog.
Another body pressed against my chest.
Only that dog had weighed almost nothing.
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That dog had cried when someone finally lifted him from the ground.
I buried my fingers in Sombra’s thick fur.
“You know something?”
His ear turned.
“I thought I rescued you.”
He lifted his head.
“Very dramatic, right?”
He stared at me.
“But the truth is less dramatic.”
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I scratched behind his ear.
“I found you after you had already done the hardest part.”
He lowered his head onto my leg.
“You stayed alive long enough to be found.”
I never learned exactly where Sombra came from.
No owner ever appeared with proof that he belonged to them.
No witness surfaced who could explain his injury.
No final piece of evidence arrived to turn his past into a clean story with a beginning, villain and answer.
