Memory Trigger
The peculiar mark stirred a faint memory, a fragment from a nature documentary I’d watched long ago. It had explored rare hybrids and unusual creatures, their strange traits etched into my mind. As the memory grew clearer, a sense of unease crept in. I could almost hear the narrator’s calm, measured voice: “Hybrids, uncommon in the wild, often exhibit characteristics of both parent species.” My chest tightened, my pulse quickened. Could this be something similar? I clung to the hope that the vet might calm my restless thoughts.
Memory Trigger
A Wary Invitation
Dr. Thompson entered the room alongside another vet, Dr. Miller. His somber expression made it clear we were treading into uncertain territory. “Helen, let’s talk in my office,” he said, his voice calm but serious. The walk down the hallway felt endless, the tension heavy in the air like an impending storm. When we reached his office, we sank into the chairs, the silence broken only by the rhythmic ticking of an old clock. I cradled the puppy tightly, as though holding onto a fragile secret I didn’t yet understand. What were they about to tell me?
A Wary Invitation
