Cluny McPherson, deeply discouraged over his struggles with PTSD, watched the ocean on Malibu beach with his service dog. ÒHi, mister.Ó He greeted the boy walking toward him. ÒHi.Ó ÒCan I pet your dog?Ó Those seven words opened the door to ClunyÕs future. ÒSure. QueenÕs friendly. WhatÕs your name, son?Ó ÒSantos.Ó The grinning boy knelt in front of the Malinois. Cluny pointed at the beautiful woman approaching. ÒIs that your mother?Ó ÒUh huh.Ó Something inside him warmed and shifted.