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Rowan leaned in, voice barely above a whisper.
“Stay,” he said. “Just stay.”
The dogs had been deemed expendable.
They survived anyway.
The puppies warmed, their breathing strengthened. The mother stabilized, refusing food until each pup latched. Rowan remained through the night, sitting on the clinic floor, back against the wall, present in a way he hadn’t been in years.
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