It was a gray afternoon in Chicago when the door to the city’s animal rescue center creaked open. The staff at the reception desk looked up as a wheelchair rolled in, guided gently by a middle-aged woman.
The young woman in the chair had warm hazel eyes and an air of quiet determination. “Hi,” she said softly. “My name’s Lily Parker. I’d like to meet the one that’s the most frightened.”
The staff exchanged uneasy glances. Visitors usually asked for the friendliest, most adoptable dogs. This request… was different.
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