Driving to Laura’s house
On the drive to Laura’s house, Henry’s mind raced through countless scenarios as he braced himself for what might await him. His fingers tapped nervously on the steering wheel, each beat echoing his growing unease. “Could it be a difficult labor? Or something worse?” The question lingered as the streets stretched endlessly before him, the drive feeling agonizingly longer than usual. All he could do was hope he wasn’t too late to help Daisy.
Driving To Laura’s House
Arriving on scene
When Henry entered the living room, he found Daisy sprawled on her side, her abdomen alarmingly swollen. Nearby, Laura stood anxiously, her face etched with worry. “Thank you for coming so quickly,” she said, her voice unsteady. Henry gave a brief nod, his attention immediately locking onto Daisy. There was no time to lose—he dropped to his knees beside the stricken dog, ready to act.
Arriving On Scene
