One of the two dogs chasing each other suddenly runs up to me and drops a bone at my feet. Upon closer inspection, it appears to be a humerus. I stop in my tracks and give the dog a side-eye. It sits at my feet, peering up at me expectantly while its tongue lolls out of its mouth. “What does it want?” Mercy’s giggle is so soft that I almost miss it. My eyes snap to her, convinced I must have heard wrong. There’s an ephemeral smile on her lips as she stares down at the dog, gone as soon as she looks up and finds me staring.
