“They don’t bond like this without a reason.” Raymond looked between them—the huge, battered pig lying quietly on a heated pad, and the half-frozen creature pressed tight against her flank. And he knew what he had to do.
Raymond sat in the corner of the exam room, jacket off, spine stiff, watching the vet work. His breath had finally evened out, but the adrenaline hadn’t fully left him. It buzzed in his chest, behind his ribs, refusing to settle.