The plastic was torn in places, its edges jagged as if it had been dragged through sharp branches or rocky terrain. Clumps of mud and pine needles clung to the moose’s fur, adding to the evidence of a struggle.
“What happened to you?” Julie murmured, her words more a thought spoken aloud than a question directed at the animal. She stared at the plastic tangled around its antlers—the way it dangled and caught the light in the sterile hospital lobby.