He nodded at the sketchpad, still held in Dummy’s claw, and it hurt, he didn’t even want to think about how much that hurt, like a hole through his chest, another one, because yeah. “I...

Change happens when the pain of staying the same is greater than the pain of change.

I’d found him, and he was mine – cute little bugger that he was, messed up glasses, funky shoes and all.

Just remember, no matter how much they love you, they’ll never love you as much as I do.” I had to catch the tears before they could fall, refusing to make him feel bad about...