Man Thought He Found A Puppy In The Forest – When Vet Sees Them She Calls The Police
There was only one option left. Leave. If he stayed, they’d take him into custody and lock away his chance to prove he was innocent. If he could reach the forest first, maybe he could uncover the truth—before it buried him instead.
Daniel rose slowly, forcing a casual tone. “I need to use the bathroom,” he said, shifting in his seat.
The receptionist’s eyes lingered on him, suspicious, before she gestured toward the hallway. “Down the hall, second door.”
He nodded, moving at an unhurried pace—until the corner shielded him from view. Then he quickened, scanning for another exit. A side door near the supply room was ajar. Cold air hit his face the moment he slipped outside.
His heart thudded hard. Every second out here was stolen time. Dr. Monroe’s silence, the officers’ stares—none of it pointed to safety.
The backpack. The puppy. The forest. Too many questions, no good answers. If the police found that bag before he did, he’d be done.
He had two paths—wait to be judged for something he didn’t understand, or find the truth himself.
The forest loomed ahead like a living shadow. Daniel pushed forward, retracing the trail. Evening light faded, air cooling. His breath misted in front of him as the silence thickened, the weight of the trees pressing in.
At the clearing, he froze. The spot where the backpack had been was empty. Leaves were scattered, the earth disturbed—but the bag was gone.
