He thought he was stopping for a stray dog in the snow-until he saw what she was hiding beneath her body

his phone in one hand and a kitchen timer in the other. He set alarms every twenty minutes. Then he found an old notebook in the junk drawer and wrote down the time, the temperature inside the cabin, the order in which he had warmed them. The handwriting came out blocky and precise, the same way it had on mission logs and field reports.

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