The journey was meant to be brief. Get a snack, fill up with gas, and resume your journey. To be honest, I didn’t even want to stop in that dusty tiny town halfway through the twelve-hour drive to assist my sister with her transfer.
The only gas station nearby was a dilapidated hut with a single functioning pump and a crooked sign, and the vehicle was running on fumes.
I could hear it—a faint yipping sound—from nearby as I was filling up. I assumed that there was a dog in the car. However, there was nothing there when I looked around. Just a broken-down old ATV sitting in the weeds and vacant fields.
They were there. A bunch of puppies. Shivering and filthy, some of them huddled on top of one another while others crawled around, wailing for assistance.
