Stepping Outside
Stepping outside, a cool drizzle kissed my face—a refreshing contrast to the storm of thoughts swirling in my mind. The overcast sky seemed to mirror my uncertainty about Daisy’s peculiar puppy. I drew in a deep breath, hoping the crisp air might calm my restless thoughts. Yet, the weight of Dr. Thompson’s words lingered, and I couldn’t shake the unease they left behind. More than anything, I longed for clarity—soon, before the mystery unraveled further.
Stepping Outside
Mr. Johnson’s Pacing
Outside the clinic, my gaze fell on Mr. Johnson, a familiar figure from my neighborhood walks with Daisy. An older gentleman, he was pacing nervously, his little terrier mirroring his anxiety at his side. I couldn’t help but wonder if they were here for a routine check-up or something more serious. Strangely, his presence brought a sense of comfort—a small, familiar anchor in the midst of this uncertain moment.
Mr. Johnson’s Pacing
