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Chapter 93

As I approached the little pup, he stopped playing and turned his attention towards me. I carefully observed him and noticed a crocheted charm on the sleeve of his shirt. It was Perseus, my sweet pup. I wondered if he recognized me.

Although Perseus was not yet able to communicate with me using words, our bond as mother and son enabled us to understand each other. As I moved closer to him, he stretched his little arms wanting to hold me. When I leaned in, he touched my face, and I saw flashes of his own memories.

I was both shocked and fascinated by what I just experienced. I pulled away from his hand, trying to understand what just happened.

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