“Where did you find him?” she asked, voice clipped. Daniel hesitated. “In the forest. Near the riverbed hiking trail.” Her eyes flicked up to his, searching his face. She nodded, but something in her expression had changed—something that made Daniel nervous.
Dr. Monroe worked quickly, her hands moving with precision as she examined the puppy. Daniel watched anxiously, his stomach twisting with worry. The little dog barely reacted to her touch, its breathing shallow.