The tortoise felt heavier now, his shell worn and scratched, but he was undeniably alive. “How… how are you still alive?” Emily whispered, blinking through his tears. It was hard to comprehend.
The tortoise that had been missing for decades, the pet she had long since given up hope of ever seeing again, was right here, resting in his hands. At first, Tubby didn’t respond. He had tucked his little head deep into his shell, but after a moment, he let out a soft, squeaky sound.