Unexpected Call
As I sipped my cold tea, my phone rang, jolting me from my thoughts. Dr. Thompson was on the line, his tone urgent. “Helen, we need to discuss the results. Can you come to the clinic?” he asked. A wave of worry settled in my stomach, heavy and unshakable, but I agreed. I didn’t yet know what he had discovered, but my instincts whispered it was significant. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves, even as they frayed at the edges.
Unexpected Call
A Curious Mark
Back at the clinic, I sat nervously with Daisy’s “puppy” cradled in my lap. My fingers combed absently through its fur until I felt it—a strange mark. Leaning in, I squinted to examine it more closely, the design stirring a vague sense of familiarity. It was peculiar, almost otherworldly, like something plucked from the pages of a storybook. None of Daisy’s other puppies had anything like it. As I waited for Dr. Thompson, a swirl of curiosity and unease took hold, the mystery tugging at the edges of my thoughts.
A Curious Mark
