Being pregnant has its quirks, but having a police dog locked onto my belly at the airport? Well, that was a new one. Officer Jeffrey seemed just as puzzled as I was, trying to calm the insistent barks. They decided to take me to Dr. James at the airport clinic, hoping he could figure out what had the dog keyed up. The doctor’s discovery left me frozen in my seat, heart pounding, as everything I thought I knew came crashing down.
Officer Jeffrey walked beside me, his footsteps as steady as his demeanor. "Don't worry, Sarah," he said, trying to sound reassuring. But I could see a flicker of confusion behind his eyes. "We'll figure this out." The walk seemed longer than it was, each step echoing the dog's barks in my mind. I clutched my belly, feeling a mix of curiosity and dread. What could possibly be going on?
As we stepped into the clinic, people's eyes were on us, adding a layer of unease to my already tangled emotions. A couple of people whispered to each other, probably guessing the story behind this unusual scene. I tried to ignore the attention. My mind buzzed with theories, each more outlandish than the last, but none came close to explaining why a police dog was so insistent.