That Friday, desperate for a break, Rose and I decided to have dinner out. Just a short meal to feel normal again.
Claire agreed to stay with Zoey for a few hours. She asked that Beau be kept in the laundry room, behind a baby gate. We agreed.
“Derek!” she shouted through the line, her voice frantic. “Beau went crazy! He tried to attack me when I picked up Zoey!”
Zoey’s cries echoed in the background. Rose was already out of her seat, grabbing her coat.
We sped home in silence, hearts pounding.
When we walked through the door, Claire stood in the living room, clutching Zoey tightly. Beau sat behind the baby gate, motionless, ears flat.
“He lunged at me,” Claire said, shaking. “I can’t work in a house with that dog.”
I barely heard her. Something about her story didn’t feel right. Beau’s eyes weren’t angry — they were pleading.
“Go sit with Zoey,” I told Rose quietly. “I need to check something.”
What the Camera Showed
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