And that’s when everyone saw it.
Instead of a baby, the stroller held a small bundle—no larger than a shoebox—carefully wrapped in cloth. Nestled inside wasn’t a child at all, but a tiny, trembling golden retriever puppy.
The terminal went silent. Passengers gawked, their tired eyes now wide with disbelief. The woman looked around, her face flushed with embarrassment as murmurs rippled through the crowd.
Daniel bent down carefully, peeling back the cloth. The puppy blinked up at him with watery eyes, wagging its tail weakly before letting out a soft whimper. It looked hungry, fragile, but full of life.
Luna nudged the puppy gently with her nose, her earlier growl dissolving into a soft whine of concern. She licked the pup’s head as if reassuring it.
The crowd collectively exhaled. Someone whispered, “It’s a puppy?” Another person let out a laugh of relief.
