Then the voice came—shaky but sure: “It’s him! The bunny’s up here—he’s okay!” A gasp rippled through Samantha. She stumbled forward, tears rushing to her eyes. Atop the shed, Pablo’s white form shifted, happily pawing at the twigs in the nest, completely unaware of the panic he’d caused.
Her knees nearly gave out. For a long second, she couldn’t move—just stared, stunned and shaking. Against every warning, every sympathetic comment, she had kept searching. People told her it was hopeless, that nature had taken its course. But now, here he was. Unharmed. Whole. And still hers.