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My 10-year-old son had been secretly sharing his lunch with a stray dog behind an old hardware store. I thought it was just a sweet act of kindness — until a red SUV showed up, and the dog’s heartbreaking past came to light.
My name’s Brooke. I’m 37 and live in a small town tucked somewhere between the mountains and the memory of better days.
It’s not a glamorous life, but it’s ours. I’ve been raising my son, Eli, on my own since his dad decided fatherhood wasn’t his thing. Eli was just three at the time.
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