Late in the evening, the rescue center was peaceful (for the most part) as a small black car pulled up the driveway, headlights glaring off the wooden walls of the front building. It pulled to a stop and turned off, quiet laughter echoing from inside as the driver side door opened. Casey stepped out, fur neatly groomed and a content expression on his face. Walking around, he stopped at the passenger door and opened it up, revealing Charlie. She climbed out and s...
