The staff moved quickly, guiding him through the double doors without hesitation, the blanket slipping slightly as he adjusted his grip, revealing a flash of wiry fur and wide, frightened eyes.
For a moment, the room seemed to exhale.
Then it settled again into that same tense quiet, as if nothing had changed and everything had.
Twenty minutes later, the man came back out alone.
He didn’t look around. Didn’t ask questions. He just walked to a chair across from me and sat down carefully, like even that small movement required more energy than he had to spare.
In his hands was a red leash, wrapped so tightly around his fingers that the color seemed to press into his skin.
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