The girl found a wounded dog at the station and took him in, but after a while, there was a knock on the door.
Liza passed through the station every day on her way to work. The usual route, familiar faces, the hustle of early morning. But Liza had long stopped paying attention to the bustle. Her gaze always lingered on the same bench. He sat there. A homeless dog, who for some reason had chosen that particular spot. … Read more