“He knocked over a plant yesterday,” she said casually. “Maybe he scared himself.”
Daniel nodded, but unease lingered. Over the next week he found faint bruising beneath the dog’s fur and thin marks that looked too deliberate to be accidents. Each time he asked, Rebecca’s patience shortened.
“You’re overthinking again,” she snapped one night. “Not everything is a threat.”
The words struck deeper than she intended.
Because Daniel wasn’t imagining danger.