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Sarah saw the client’s face change before the client said a word.

It happened just after the estimate appeared on the screen, at the narrow point in the consult where the medicine had been explained, the dog was still cheerful, and the number had suddenly become the thing everyone in the room could feel. The Labrador on the floor was wagging at the stainless-steel bin while his owner stared at the estimate with the expression Sarah had learned to read long before clients found the words for it. There was no anger in her face, not really. There was just a small tightening around the mouth, a glance down at the dog, and the quick private arithmetic of someone trying to make care, love, and household limits fit together.

“I wasn’t expecting it to be that much,” the client said.

Beyond the consult room, the morning was already moving. The phones were ringing, a nurse was calling for help with a cat carrier, and the printer at reception was making the grinding noise everyone had stopped hearing unless it fully jammed. Sarah no longer saw the estimate as something that belonged only to the client in front of her. She saw Jess, the nurse who had stayed late twice last week. She saw Emily at the front desk, who would be standing opposite this client if the cost became a surprise at checkout. She saw Karen, whose payroll file had been sitting unread in Sarah’s inbox since Thursday night because Sarah already knew it would be reasonable, and reasonable still had to be funded.

Sarah was not trying to charge more. She was trying to stop pretending that a difficult cost became harmless because she made it smaller in the moment…

By the time Amelia reached her driveway, she knew three things.

First, the Labrador had eaten something.

Second, nobody knew exactly what it was.

Third, the object was probably not going to kill him.

Probably.

That was the word that followed her home.

It sat beside her in the car while she drove through the last amber lights of the evening. It came through the front gate with her, waited while she found the house key, and slipped inside before she did. It had followed her from the clinic without a lead, without permission, and without making a sound.

Probably.

The dog, a broad-headed yellow Labrador named Murphy, had arrived two hours before closing with the grave dignity of an animal who had done something foolish and was prepared to deny it to the end. His owner had found him near the laundry basket, licking his lips beside a crime scene made up of shredded cardboard, half a chewed zip tie, and the suspicious absence of something that may once have belonged to a child’s school project.

There had been no vomiting. No distress. No abdominal pain worth the name. Murphy had wagged at everyone, accepted palpation as though it were a compliment, and looked delighted when someone said the word food, which was both reassuring and entirely on brand.

The radiographs had shown nothing obvious.

The timeline was plausible.

The risk was low.

The uncertainty was not.

And uncertainty, she had learned, was one of the most persistent kinds of patient…