In the days that followed, life at the apartment changed.
Rex became a beloved presence. He sat beside Grace as she crafted cards, nudging her hand when she looked tired. He followed Sam to school gates, waiting patiently until the bell rang.
Neighbors smiled when they saw the little family together. For the first time in months, laughter returned to the apartment.
One afternoon, there was a knock at the door.
Sam opened it — and there stood Noah, his eyes red.
“Have you seen Rex?” he asked, his voice trembling. “Inga said she sent him to a shelter. But… I had a dream. I saw him with you.”
Wordlessly, Sam opened the door wider.
The moment Rex saw Noah, he barked with joy and bounded forward, knocking the boy down with kisses.
Tears poured down Noah’s cheeks. “I thought I lost him forever.”
“You didn’t,” Grace said from the sofa. “Because Sam didn’t let that happen.”
Eventually, Grace invited Noah to stay for dinner. They shared soup and warm rolls and stories. As the boys played with Rex, she turned to Noah.
“If your dad ever wants Rex back,” she began carefully.
“He won’t,” Noah interrupted. “He left again. And Inga’s gone. She said Rex was my ‘problem.’ I don’t want to be where I’m not wanted.”
“Then you’re welcome here,” she said gently. “All three of you.”
