Night Walking (part 6)

The girl didn’t move as he came closer, and it looked like she’d been crying. Whatever questions he thought he was going to ask her about what happened to his mother vanished. “Can I, uh, help you with something?” he finally said, not knowing what else to do.

She nodded and held out the box. “Please.”

He stepped closer, wondering if this was some kind of joke as he heard scratching from inside the box. She must know he was a vet. “Look, I’m sorry, but I can’t take any stray animals.” He shook his head. “We don’t have room at the clinic. We only take domestic animals. You can try a wildlife rehab center.”

The girl frowned up at him like he was speaking another language. “She didn’t tell me how to feed them,” she said, fresh tears streaking her cheeks.

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