Mrs. Hammond didn’t seem to notice, or maybe she chose not to.
Her focus remained on Daisy, her murmured reassurances a constant backdrop to the unfolding moment.
I glanced at Dr. Miller, hoping for some explanation, but his expression was unreadable.
The weight of his words hung in the air, tangible and unsettling.
In the days that followed, that moment replayed in my mind.
There was something different about these puppies, something that didn’t fit the usual narrative of a simple Labrador litter.
Mrs. Hammond’s explanations grew vaguer, and her late-night visits to the clinic more frequent.
Marcus, our vet tech, mentioned the odd behavior of some of the pups, a certain skittishness that seemed out of place.
Even Dr. Miller, usually so composed, appeared preoccupied, reviewing paperwork with a furrowed brow.
The unease in the clinic was palpable, growing with each unanswered question.
Something was brewing beneath the surface, a mystery wrapped in the guise of normalcy.
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