Maya squinted through the glass, puzzled. The dog wasn’t moving around—just standing at an odd angle near the fence, its body turned halfway, barking nonstop. It looked like it was trying to move but couldn’t. Something about the way it strained its neck made her feel uneasy.
She stepped away and shuffled quickly to the hallway, opened the drawer, and pulled out her glasses. Back at the window, she slipped them on and looked again. That’s when she saw it—some sort of vest on the dog’s back, and a harness snagged tight against the fence.