A Child’s Story
Later at the station, the girl—wrapped in a blanket and holding a cup of cocoa—spoke in a trembling voice.
Her name was Lily. She had wandered off at the park the day before. A stranger had offered to help but instead brought her to the abandoned house, locking her in the cellar.
“I was scared,” she said, clutching a stuffed bunny.
“I cried all night. Then I heard barking this morning, and it gave me hope. I thought someone would find me.”
All eyes turned to Sunny, who lay contentedly at Eleanor’s feet.
“He must have heard her,” Eleanor whispered, stroking his fur.
“He knew she needed help.”
