Seconds later, a woman in her fifties with sharp, perceptive eyes and graying hair pulled back in a bun emerged from the back. Her gaze swept over Daniel before settling on the puppy. Her expression was unreadable. “Bring it in,” she said, already moving toward the examination table.
Daniel laid the puppy down as gently as possible, stepping back to let Dr. Monroe work. She examined it swiftly, her brow furrowing. Her fingers moved expertly over its swollen belly, then up to its face, prying open its mouth to check its gums. The deeper her frown became, the tenser Daniel felt.