The thought of the deer freezing gnawed at him, tightening the knot of anxiety in his chest. He couldn’t just let it happen. From the living room, he kept a watchful eye on the deer, hoping its mother would soon appear and lead it to safety.
But as hours dragged on, his hope faded. Determined to act, Allan 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.