Juno slumped down by the door the moment they entered, his body sagging with exhaustion. He didn’t bark or shake off—just lay there, chest heaving, eyes fluttering shut. Maya’s heart ached at the sight. “Poor thing,” she whispered. “You did more than your share.”
She helped the woman into a chair near the table, then hurried down the hall. From a cabinet, she pulled out her small propane heater. She lit it, clicked the switch, and brought it to the door. She placed it gently in front of Juno, hoping the warmth would help.