My Son Shared Half His Lunch with a Stray Dog Every Day – Until a Red SUV Stopped Beside Him

Richard’s expression twisted for a second. His mouth opened, then closed again, like he was trying to hold back something too big for words.

“He’s my son’s dog, dear,” he said gently.

“He belongs with me.”

Eli’s eyes dropped to the dog, who looked back at him with complete trust.

Then Eli said something I’ll never forget. His voice was calm, but steady.

“He doesn’t care who he belongs to. He just wants someone who stays.”

Richard blinked fast.

You could see it hit him. Those words cracked right through whatever wall he’d been holding up.

He didn’t argue.

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