The storm was unrelenting, the wind whipping snow against the windshield in thick sheets.He knew driving in this weather was dangerous—icy roads and poor visibility made every turn treacherous—but the urgency in his chest outweighed the risk.
He couldn’t let the fawn die, not after everything. The journey felt like a delicate balancing act. Allan wanted to race to the vet as fast as he could, but the slick roads forced him to move with caution.