She pressed gently along the puppy’s belly, frowning deeper with each touch. Then, without a word, she turned and grabbed the ultrasound machine. Daniel’s pulse picked up. He had taken in enough stray animals to know this wasn’t routine.
The room filled with the soft hum of the ultrasound machine. Dr. Monroe ran the probe over the puppy’s stomach, eyes locked onto the monitor. A shadow flickered across her face. Her fingers tensed. A moment later, she came outside and turned sharply toward the reception desk.