He stared out the window, watching as the first flakes of snow began to fall, light at first but with a steady, deliberate pace. The sight made his heart sink. He knew the storm would only get worse, and the dog wouldn’t stand a chance in the bitter cold.
The thought of it freezing to death gnawed at him, tightening the knot of anxiety in his chest. He couldn’t just let it happen. Determined not to let fear rule him, Jeremy suited up again, pulling on extra layers.