They exchanged glances, their eyes betraying a flicker of something—concern, perhaps, or doubt.
“And the dog?” another asked, his tone sharper.
“It’s been calm, staying close to the child,” I replied, keeping my tone neutral.
The band on the dog’s wrist was still a mystery, a question mark in our midst.
“We need to understand what that band means,” I added, my voice steady.
One of the liaisons nodded, a silent acknowledgment of the complexity of the situation.
There was a moment of silence, a pause pregnant with unspoken words.
“Thank you,” the first liaison finally said, his voice softer.
As I left the room, the weight of the night lingered, a shadow that clung to me.
Back in the ER, the dog watched me with those steady, knowing eyes.
We were in this together, I realized, bound by the unfolding mystery that surrounded us.
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