Gabby couldn’t sit still. The weight in her chest wouldn’t let her breathe. She asked the night shift worker to sit with Juno, clocked out without a word, and walked straight to the local police station. Her hands trembled as she recounted everything—every detail—hoping someone would help.
The officer nodded politely until she mentioned the adoption papers. His expression changed. “I don’t think there’s a crime here, miss,” he said, shifting in his seat. “He signed the forms. It’s his dog now.” Gabby felt her patience snap. “It was a dual adoption,” she snapped. “He separated them!”