Chapter 160

Caelin

“Come a little closer,” I whisper as I crouch down toward the ground. She whines slightly, tippy tapping on the balls of her paws, seeming not to know what she should be doing. In my hand, I hold a piece of bologna. In my heart, I hold the hope that the mother and her babies will trust me enough to come out from behind the dumpster.

She’s standing there, peeking out at me. A few times I’ve seen her tail wagging. Once she slightly came out, but a loud car on the main road scared her, and she went slinking back to where she she’s been hiding. There’s a reminder of Justice in her hesitancy to accept what’s being given. I recognize it almost as if it’s her in front of me, and not this dog. It gives me more patience, and a deeper understanding of what the waiting will bring me.