“She’s at my house,” I said. “She had surgery. The tumor’s gone. She’s recovering.”
Madison screamed. Pure joy. Jumped up and down. “I knew it! I knew angels rode motorcycles! Mommy was right!”
“Didn’t ask you to.”
“Why would you do this?”
I showed him Madison’s note. He read it and broke down completely.
“She took her tooth fairy money. I didn’t even know she knew Daisy was sick.”
“Kids know everything. Question is, do you want Daisy back?”
“God, yes. But I can’t afford her medicine. The vet said even after surgery—”
“I’ll cover it.”
“Why?”
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