Chapter 8

“How’d he do?” Tru asked, tucking Fawkes into his lap and giving Aldo head rubs.

“They were great together, and Fawkes is a good boy. Oh! I have to show you…” I reached into my pocket for my phone, pulled up the video, and handed it over. Tru’s face melted into pure affection and amusement as he watched.

“Oh, my God. Send me that, will you?” He made sure I had his phone number correct, then I sent it. I hadn’t done it earlier, even though I had his number saved, because it seemed a little weird. We’d never interacted over the phone, other than to make that first appointment, and I wasn’t sure how he’d take getting a video from me. Seeing his face as he watched it, though, had been worth it, and I was glad I’d waited.