Ch 18
Leslie POV
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I stand behind his shoulders, my small figure feels even smaller in front of him, standing tall.
I hold the umbrella as the rain has started to pour down heavy, he blows a few whistles holding the torch up so if any vehicles are coming up they will know we are here.
Honestly, I hope we don't get run over by any vehicle by a drunk driver.
I turn around to find the puppy which has lost
Quinton got a message as they described the lost pup
It's a few months old dog, a pet which lost its track.
The owners are sobbing back there….
This is not a wild pet, yet, it's dangerous for it to be on the road, on the highway when the vehicles are coming.
There are no proper lights around, or I'm not convinced that the people will care.
Some can be careless or drunk, I
