“I don’t know,” Clara murmured. “But whatever it was, that dog’s the only reason this thing’s alive.” No one spoke after that. The only sounds were the hum of the engine and the faint breathing against the towel in Owen’s hands.
Behind them, the rescued dog let out a low, tired sigh, its chest rising and falling in slow rhythm. The faint glow of the vet’s clinic appeared ahead, a wooden sign swinging gently in the breeze, light from the windows spilling across the soaked ground.