The Vet Had Forty-Eight Hours to Save a Blind Cub, and One Old Dog Noticed His Scent

her jacket. Luis Ortega, who could bottle-feed three squirrels while answering a phone, sat with his elbows on the table and said nothing. Mara stood by the counter, arms folded, her gaze fixed on the hallway that led back to quarantine.

Renee laid the chart open. “We need to talk honestly.”

Daniel rubbed the bridge of his nose. “I know.”

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