A Fox Appeared at Our Door — A Tiny Pouch with a Note Hung from Its Collar
Something shifted among the trees. At first, I convinced myself it was only the wind. A squirrel. A deer. Anything except what my father seemed to fear. But the fox had already risen to its feet. Its ears flattened. A low growl vibrated through the clearing. Ben slowly stepped closer to me. “Naomi,” he said…
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