At last, the worker extended his hand, the flashlight beam locked steady on the bundle. The dog snarled but did not strike. With practiced care, he pinched the blanket’s edge, lifting slowly, inch by inch, until the hidden shape began to emerge.
Tina’s lungs burned with held air. Her eyes strained in the dim light, her heart battering against her ribs. The blanket peeled back, shadows shifting, the truth finally surfacing. Whatever lay beneath was about to change everything she thought she knew.