Trescina rounded the last curve in the road leading to rescue center. She slowed when she saw another car approaching. Turning on her signal, she was surprised when the other car did the same.
She pulled into the driveway and braked harder then she should have. The Suburban slid several feet before stopping. She looked in the mirror and recognized Heather’s SUV pulling in behind her.
“Wait here,” she said, running her hand over Cinnamon’s head when the tigress stuck it between the seats.
She undid her seatbelt and opened the door. Heather pulled up behind her and powered down the window. Trescina breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Zeke was sitting in the passenger seat.
“Hi, Trescina, is everything okay? Did the cat take a turn for the worse?” Heather anxiously asked.
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