Priyanshu Kirad

The rain fell in heavy sheets, soaking the old dog’s matted fur as he lay curled up in the alley. His name was Rusty, though no one had called him that in years. Once, he’d been a pup with a bright red collar, chasing balls in a sunlit yard, his tail a blur of joy. A boy named Tommy had been his world, promising forever with every scratch behind the ears. But forever didn’t last. Tommy’s family...