She called 911, voice tight with urgency. “There’s a house in Brookfield—dozens of dogs in distress and in terrible condition. You should check it out for animal abuse.” She gave them the address, every detail she’d memorized. The dispatcher promised help was on the way, but Gabby’s trust in promises was shaky.
The police hadn’t cared before. What if they didn’t care now? What if Josh sold Juniper before they arrived? Her thoughts raced. Her pulse pounded. She sat frozen in her seat for a few more minutes—then made a decision. She was going to get Juniper out herself. No matter what.