He didn’t mind. He looked back now and then, as if making sure she was still there, then led her through an alley, past the bakery, and finally—back to the storm drain.
He dropped the chicken straight through the grate.
Annie gasped. “What are you doing?”
Benny lay down and peered into the darkness, ears perked, tail still.
Annie knelt, listening. At first, nothing. Then—soft, fragile mews.
Her heart jumped.
“Are those… kittens?”
Benny barked once, as if confirming.
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Relationship counseling services
Prison reform resources
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Annie’s hands shook as she dialed the fire department.
