The blanket shifted. Not a lot—just enough for her to notice the faintest ripple under the dog’s paws. A flicker of movement. Tina blinked hard, leaning closer over the steering wheel. Had she imagined it? Or was something alive beneath the folds?
The dog growled again, snapping his head low, body curving protectively around the shape. Tina flinched, heat rising to her cheeks. This was insane. But the tremor had been real. Something was inside that blanket. She could almost hear a muffled cry on the wind.