Chapter 26

Harvey

A drawing of Harvey resting with his eyes open and his chin down.

That night Harvey jumps onto Maggie’s bed. He circles until he finds just the right spot in the crook of her knees. He catches a whiff of the puppy’s scent on himself. He gives a loud sigh. “Oh, Harvs,” Maggie says, and scoops him up. She wraps one arm around his body and pulls him close to her. With his Maggie’s breath warm against the top of his head, and her hand on his belly, Harvey drifts to sleep.

The scent of the puppy is cataloged in his memory. It will get buried deep under other smells, though, because Harvey has no reason to pull it up. After all, he will most likely never see the puppy again.