Chapter 23: The Dog

"I'm not sure what to make of that," Camden said, a little confused and uncomfortable. "It scares me a little, if I'm being honest." "I'm also not sure what it's supposed to mean," Clayton said, his brows furrowed in contemplation. "Maybe it's nothing. Just a coincidence." Camden's eyes darted back to the tattoo, gently tracing the delicate script with her finger. "Maybe," she said, her voice tinged with uncertainty, "but it feels like a pretty significant coincidence." After a few moments of silence, both of them lost in thought as to what this might mean, Camden asked, "What was his name?" Clayton's smile bloomed across his features as memories came flooding back to him. "Bingo," he said, the nostalgia evident in his voice. "Bingo?!" Camden exclaimed with a small laugh. "What kind of dog was he?" she asked, genuinely intrigued. "A rottweiler," Clayton replied. "He was the best. So strong and protective, but at the same time, so gentle and patient with me." "He sounds a lot like you,"