I wasn’t supposed to be near the water that day. I was on break from the marina café, just grabbing a sandwich by the dock when the helicopter buzzed in out of nowhere. People started pointing, some filming, but I couldn’t move. Something about it felt off.
Then I saw the dog.
A massive black-and-white one, suited up in a neon rescue vest, standing steady at the edge of the open chopper door like it had done this a hundred times. The crew was shouting over the rotors, pointing down to the lake.
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