The rain had been falling for hours, turning the narrow mountain road into a stream of brown water. Thomas gripped the steering wheel tightly, eyes squinting through the fogged windshield.
Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw movement—a shape half-sunken in the mud beside the road. At first he thought it was just a pile of debris.
But when the headlights swept across it, he froze. It wasn’t debris. It was a dog, its fur caked with mud, shivering violently in the cold.
Thomas stopped the truck, heart pounding. “Hang on, buddy,” he whispered, stepping into the storm without a second thought.
