The Blind Girl He Betrayed

When Buddy led me home, a girl's scream tore out of the living room.

Then something flew through the air and shattered at my feet.

Buddy let out a low whimper and backed up two steps, pressing close against my leg.

"You mangy dog," Donald Harding roared, "you scared Sharon Vance!"

I gripped the leash, tilting my head, and caught Sharon's soft, fragile little sobs.

"It's all right, guide dogs are very gentle. He won't hurt anyone—"

"You've gone blind. Has your brain rotted too?"

Donald cut me off, furious.