After Conspiring to Cure Me With Dogs, My Husband Regretted Madly

When I was nine, I was swarmed by a pack of feral dogs. My right leg took seventy-two stitches, and ever since, the sound of barking makes me shake. Six years of marriage, and my husband James moved us into a no-pets complex for my sake, even avoiding anything with animal patterns on it. On the holiday weekend, the whole family went camping to watch the moon, and he promised over and over that the campsite didn't allow pets. Until my best friend led out three large dogs and, smiling, opened up her livestream for desensitization therapy.