Baby found a German Shepherd cemented in a wall — what he did hext left everyone in tears 

Whether his abilities extend to actual communication with animals, as he believes, or represent an unusually developed form of intuition is beyond my capacity to determine. What’s clear is that he genuinely believes he’s receiving information from the dogs, and that information has proven accurate in ways that can’t be easily explained. So, you don’t think he’s making it up? Olivia asked, relieved.

Dr. Winters shook her head. Not at all. Liam’s descriptions are too consistent and too detailed for fabrication, especially given his age.

Whatever is happening, it’s real to him. And given the verified outcomes, finding Luna, leading police to the fighting ring, the details about Sophie, I’d be hesitant to dismiss it entirely. Armed with Liam’s information about Sophie, police intensified their search for Victor Reyes and his daughter.

Three days later, Detective Wilson called with news. A school in a neighboring county had identified a student matching Sophie’s description, eight-year-old Sophie Reyes, who had been absent from school since the raid. We’ve put out an amber alert, he informed Daniel and Olivia.

If Reyes is on the run with his daughter, we need to find them quickly. Based on what we’ve learned about him, Sophie could be in danger. Liam, overhearing the conversation, immediately sought out Luna.

The German shepherd had been dozing in her favorite spot by the window, but came alert at Liam’s approach. Luna, he whispered urgently. The police can’t find Sophie.

The bad man took her away. Can you help? That night, Liam had the first of what would become a series of vivid dreams. In them, he saw through Sophie’s eyes, a frightened child being driven from place to place by an increasingly desperate man.

She was hungry and scared, sleeping in motel rooms while her father made angry phone calls and hushed her. When Liam told his parents about the dreams the next morning, they were unsure how to respond. The line between his extraordinary intuition and ordinary childhood imagination had become increasingly blurred.

Did you see anything that might help the police find her? Daniel asked cautiously, not wanting to encourage what might be fantasy, but also unwilling to dismiss it entirely after everything that had happened. There was a sign, Liam said, his face scrunched in concentration, blue with white letters. It said, welcome to Pine Grove.

Daniel made the call to us, Detective Wilson, feeling slightly foolish as he relayed the information. To his surprise, the detective took it seriously. Pine Grove is about two hours north of here, Wilson confirmed.

Small town, easily overlooked. I’ll alert the local authorities to be on the lookout for Reyes and his daughter. Later that day, Hope took a turn for the better.

Her fever broke and she began accepting small amounts of food on her own. Progress that Dr. Martinez described as cautiously promising. She’s not out of the woods yet, the veterinarian warned when Liam visited, but she’s showing fight I didn’t expect to see.

She wants to meet Sophie, Liam explained, gently stroking the puppy’s head through the opening in her enclosure. Hope says Sophie promised to take care of her if she ever got free from the bad place. Dr. Martinez’ expression softened.

Well, she’s certainly free now, thanks to you and Luna. Meanwhile, Luna’s recovery had progressed to the point where Dr. Martinez declared her ready for short walks outside. The first time Liam attached a leash to her collar and led her down the driveway, past the few remaining news vans, was a moment of quiet triumph for both of them.

See, I told you you’d get better, Liam said proudly, as Luna trotted beside him, her gait steady, if still somewhat cautious. Luna’s response was a gentle nudge of her head against his side. Physical communication that needed no translation.

Their short walk soon became a daily routine, gradually extending in length as Luna’s strength returned. During these outings, Liam continued to have what he described as conversations with Luna, exchanges that seemed to involve more than just a boy talking to his dog. Luna says Hope is getting stronger every day, he reported to his parents after one such walk, and she says the police are getting closer to finding Sophie.

Sure enough, the following morning, Detective Wilson called with news. Victor Reyes had been spotted in Pine Grove, attempting to withdraw money from an ATM. Local police were conducting a search of all motels and rental properties in the area.

If we find them, it will be largely thanks to Liam, the detective admitted. I don’t pretend to understand how he knows these things, but I’ve learned not to dismiss them. That evening, as Liam and Luna returned from their walk, a police car pulled up in front of the house.

Detective Wilson stepped out, accompanied by a female officer, and, to everyone’s surprise, a small girl with dark braids wearing a pink coat with a torn sleeve. Sophie, Liam exclaimed, recognizing her instantly, despite never having seen her before. The girl looked at him curiously, then at Luna, her eyes widening in recognition.

You found the shepherd, she said softly, from the bad place. Detective Wilson explained that Reyes had been apprehended trying to cross the Canadian border with Sophie in the car. The girl was temporarily in police custody while arrangements were made with child services and her mother, who lived in another state.

She asked about the dogs, Wilson said. Specifically, she wanted to know if a puppy had survived, a pit bull mix she’d been trying to help. I thought maybe seeing Luna and meeting Liam might help her feel more secure.

Sophie approached Luna cautiously. Her hand extended palm down the way one should greet an unfamiliar dog. Luna sniffed her fingers, then gently licked them, her tail wagging in recognition.

She remembers you, Liam said. She says thank you for the water you gave her. Sophie’s eyes widened.

You can talk to dogs? Liam shrugged. Kind of. Mostly I understand what they’re feeling, and sometimes they show me pictures in my head.

The simplicity of the explanation seemed to satisfy Sophie, who accepted it with the unquestioning belief that children often show toward the extraordinary. Is Hope okay? She asked anxiously. The little puppy? She was really sick when… when my dad made us leave…