Becky, her friend and fellow volunteer at the shelter, was waiting in the lobby, her presence a small comfort in Kiara’s sorrow. “Thank you,” Kiara murmured as she handed the carrier to Becky, her emotions barely contained.
Returning to the exam room, Kiara found Dr. Goldberg and Shiro still waiting. But something was amiss. Shiro, who had been listless and weak, was now thrashing restlessly, barking, and struggling against the table.