I’ll never forget that noise. A bark so sharp, so deep, it hit me like a lightning strike. Yet moments earlier, everything was calm.
It was a summer Sunday. One of those days when trouble feels impossible.
Two-year-old Mila darted through the garden, wearing a pink dress, her cheeks glowing with joy, her legs brushed with grass. I was tidying …
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