The Second Attempt
The next day, we tried again. Surely Rex would be calmer now, we thought. Surely he’d understand Leo was safe.
But as soon as the bed began to roll, Rex leapt up once more. He repeated the same fierce stance—growling, barking, blocking the door with all his strength.
His entire body radiated one message: You cannot take him.
Watching him, something stirred inside me. This wasn’t simple anxiety. Rex wasn’t confused—he was warning us.
And again, the operation was delayed.
