But as hours dragged on, his hope faded. Determined to act, Jeremy layered himself in an extra sweater, a thick scarf, and a pair of old gardening gloves, hoping they might offer some protection. Feeling bulky and uncertain, he braced himself for whatever lay ahead. He couldn’t just sit by and do nothing.
Jeremy stepped outside once more, the cold stinging his face as he made his way to the backyard. This time, he moved slowly, cautiously, keeping his distance. The bear was still there, its body curled protectively.