For several seconds, nobody said a word.
The garage door continued rising, revealing a space that looked nothing like the scene Mrs. Donnelly had imagined.
There were no cages stacked against the walls. No frightened animals hidden in corners. No evidence of the terrible operation the neighbors had been discussing for weeks.
Instead, there were blankets.
Dozens of them.
Some were folded neatly on shelves. Others covered the floors of several small, comfortable enclosures. There were water bowls, food containers, toys, and a collection of dog beds arranged near a heating unit.
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