As we walked through the furniture store Finley lagged behind. I slowed my gait and listened for her, wanting to allow her the feeling of being able to go at her own pace, while also staying close enough that I didn’t lose her. Sean and I were discussing chair colors when I saw her leaning against the wall, her lower lip was trembling. I walked over to her. “What’s up, babe?” She shook her head and bit her lip. I knelt down, “You ok?” She shook her head. “What is it?” “I was standing in the store and there was a bunny or a squirrel with a gun in its hand pointed at me,” she started to cry. We…
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