My 12-Year-Old Son Built Wheelchairs for 3 Stray Dogs – Our Neighbor Smashed Their Shelter, but 24 Hours Later, Someone Showed up at Her Door

Melinda was still standing there.

But now she wasn’t watching with that same calm expression.

Now she looked tense.

“We don’t know who did it.”

Jonathan turned back to Ethan and placed a hand gently on his shoulder.

“I’m really sorry this happened. I promise you I’m going to look into it.”

His tone was calm, but his eyes said something else.

As if he already knew where to start.

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Jonathan stood up and walked back toward Melinda’s driveway.

I stayed near the fence, close enough to hear.

“I’m really sorry this happened.”

“Hi, Melinda,” Jonathan said. “I know what you’d like us to talk about, but I find it curious that you happen to be the only person complaining about these dogs.”