“By the time backup gets here, they could be gone.” Desperation rose in her voice. “Please. I know I messed up. I know I shouldn’t have come here alone. But Good Boy is right there, Micah. We can get him. We can end this.”
Micah stared at her, and she waited to hear his thoughts.
Shehadto convince him.
Because if something happened to Good Boy she’d never forgive herself.
That dog had been helpless. And Naomi understood helplessness.
She’d been consumed by the feeling after her attack in New York. When she let herself, those feelings came right back.
The attack had taken her memory, her sense of safety, her footing in a life she’d worked hard to build. She’d woken up in a hospital bed not knowing what had been done to her or why, unable to trust her own mind. And even after she’d healed enough to function, she hadn’t been able to stay—hadn’t been able to walk those streets or sit at that desk or be the person she’d been before. In the end, New York itself had become somewhere she couldn’t belong anymore.
Maybe there was a part of her that felt connected with Good Boy because they both knew what it meant to be left behind—not always by a person, but sometimes by a life that no longer had a place for you.
Whatever it was, she would do everything in her power to help the canine.
