The animal shelter buzzed with its usual chaos that afternoon—dogs barking from every direction, cats crying from behind metal bars, volunteers calling out over the clatter of leashes and doors.
Cutting through all that noise was a softer, steadier rhythm: tap… tap… tap—the sound of a white cane on the floor. It was followed by the careful scrape of a chair and the curious voice of a young girl asking about animals she couldn’t see, yet somehow imagined more vividly than most.
