Two years later, the tiny kit she found had become a lively, curious little explorer. He knew the creaks in the floor better than she did and claimed every warm patch of sun as his own. Samantha often wondered—had she rescued him, or had he rescued her?
That morning, coffee in hand, she sat on the back step and watched him chase butterflies through the garden. The light caught his fur just right. For a moment, everything around her—the house, the garden, even the silence—felt like it had fallen into place.