It was supposed to be just another day outside the station. I had Koda, our K9, by my side when I spotted the boy. Maybe 8 or 9 years old, wearing a worn-out t-shirt and shorts that had seen better days.
At first, he just stood there, watching. His hands fidgeted at his sides, eyes darting between me and Koda.
“You wanna say hi?” I asked, keeping my voice light.