Over the next few days, Tessa and I secretly nurse the injured pup back to health in the confined space of our tiny cell. We take turns keeping watch while the other tends to it, always on high alert for any sign of Chavo or his men approaching.
Despite its grievous wounds, the young dog shows a resilience that amazes me. It hardly whimpers or cries, simply watching us with those soulful eyes as we clean and redress its bandages. There's an undeniable intelligence behind that canine gaze that reinforces my suspicion it is no ordinary stray.
On the third morning, I'm gently removing the soiled wrappings from its leg while Tessa keeps lookout by the door. To my delight, the gashes have already started knitting together with that preternatural healing ability.
"Hey, you're mending much qui
