Not a chain.
Wire.
Thin. Tight. Twisted into her neck. Buried in skin.
So he came back at 2 a.m.
Kicked the door in.
Cut it off.
Picked her up.
And that’s when the owner walked in.
The judge was quiet for a long time.
Then she said, “Bring the dog in.”
The dog entered on a leash.
She moved low. Careful. Watching everything.
When she reached Faust, she stopped.
Her body collapsed inward. Tail tucked. She sank to the floor and urinated. Not defiance. Fear.
She wouldn’t look at him.
“She’s nervous,” he said.
No one answered.
They walked her forward.
Toward Elijah.
He didn’t call her. Didn’t move.
She saw him.
Her tail lifted—slow, cautious.
