Another sweater, a thicker scarf, and even a pair of old gardening gloves in hopes they might offer some protection. He felt bulky and stiff, unsure of the outcome of this battle. But he couldn’t sit by and do nothing.
Jeremy stepped outside once more, the cold stinging his face as he made his way to the backyard. This time, he moved slowly, cautiously, keeping his distance. The dog was still there, its body curled protectively.