Anger Rising
“That’s not surrender,” Becky exclaimed, her voice rising to a near shout. “That’s outright criminal negligence!” The words reverberated through the cramped room, thick with the weight of her frustration. The truth struck her like a crashing wave—something was deeply, indefensibly wrong, and it demanded to be set right. Her stomach churned, a visceral response to the enormity of it all, but beneath the desperation, a new sense of purpose began to take root. They couldn’t allow such reckless carelessness to fade into obscurity again. Determination surged through her, igniting every fiber of her being.
Anger Rising
Morning Showdown
The next day, Becky strode into the shelter’s dusty office with purpose. The stale air seemed to hum with her determination. “Who handled the intake for the pregnant dog yesterday?” she demanded, her voice firm and resolute. The question lingered, weighty and unspoken, as the small office seemed to shrink under the intensity of her words, the atmosphere thick with her unwavering resolve.
Morning Showdown
