Stray Dogs Surround Same Car Every Day, Then Someone Finally Looks Inside

First search

Forcing herself to ignore the dogs, Abby turned to the car’s interior. If she risked this much, she needed answers. She yanked the glove compartment open—empty.

She frowned, searching the cup holders, storage pockets, even beneath scraps of carpet. Nothing. Every space mocked her with absence. The silence inside pressed heavily, broken only by muffled barking outside.