He kept glancing at the deer, whose breaths were shallow and irregular, the ticking clock of its condition driving Allan forward. He navigated the winding roads, the visibility barely a few feet ahead. Each time the car slid, even slightly, Allan’s heart pounded harder.
Allan’s eyes flicked to the fawn again, its fragile body wrapped tightly in the blanket. In that fleeting moment, he didn’t notice the small ditch ahead. The truck jolted violently as the wheels caught, skidding across the icy road. His heart lurched, hands gripping the wheel in panic.