” I said — but my eyes were already scanning the room.
Something was missing. Frankie didn’t come trotting over to greet me. His bed was empty. There was no familiar click of nails on tile, no slow shuffle toward the door. In sixteen years, he’d never once missed my homecoming.
“Frankie?” I called. “Buddy?”
Silence.
I searched the living room, the hall,continue reading …