HE SAID HE FOUND HER IN A DITCH—BUT THE COLLAR IN HIS POCKET WHISPERED A DIFFERENT TRUTH
He came into the shop every Thursday morning, like clockwork—always with a warm smile and the lingering scent of sawdust and motor oil. But today, something felt different. His jacket was zipped halfway up, and from the opening, a tiny paw peeked out. Curled against his chest, fast asleep, was a cream-colored kitten. Her little…