Closing the door

Abby scrambled into the passenger seat, knees colliding with the dashboard as she pulled the door shut with a slam. The click of the lock echoed inside, loud as thunder.
Outside, the dogs leapt and circled, paws pounding. They barked at the windows, but something felt different—less hostile, almost approving, as if they’d been waiting for her to succeed.
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