Impact Without Words
The mother reached them and folded to her knees, arms around her child and Biscuit in the same fierce circle. The dog sighed and tucked his head under the mother’s arm like he’d been waiting for his own permission to breathe.
“Thank you,” she said, looking up at Mason through tears that were equal parts terror and relief. “Thank you.”
“It took all of us,” Mason said, gesturing to the strangers who suddenly weren’t. “You did the hardest part. You got on the next train.”
