Ghost plopped onto his haunches and lowered his head to Charlotte. He nosed her tiny scrunched face, then tenderly licked her tears, whining in concern. Charlotte wept fiercely, but she sensed the big dog above her and reached for him eagerly. She adored Ghost as much as he adored her. Her tiny hands batted at his bloodied muzzle. The jaws that had ripped out a man’s throat were as harmless to Charlotte as one of her teething toys.
