And suddenly I knew there was more to this story than an abandoned dog.
Much more.
Janine took a shaky breath.
“The letter wasn’t about money.”
Another pause.
“It was about trust.”
The man’s shoulders sagged.
Just slightly.
But enough.
Enough to look like a man who already knew what was coming.
Then Janine spoke the words that changed everything.
“Walter didn’t leave Bo to his son.”
I felt Bo shift beside me.
The man looked up sharply.
“What?”
“He left Bo to the person who found him.”
For a moment, I thought I had misheard.
The highway noise blurred together.
My grip loosened around the wallet.
“What are you talking about?” I whispered.
Janine was crying openly now.
“The lawyer called me an hour ago. Walter updated his will six months before he died.”
My heart started pounding.
“Walter wrote that if Bo was ever abandoned after his death, ownership would transfer immediately to whoever rescued him and provided proof.”
