I led the policeman and Mrs. Miller into the living room, my mind racing with questions. Lili held my hand tightly, sensing the tension. The officer took off his hat and glanced at the basket where Marsa lay curled around the puppies. There was a gentle, almost reverent silence as we all looked at the scene.
“Ma’am,” he began, “we’ve received reports of a missing litter of puppies from the local animal shelter. They disappeared a few days ago, and we’ve been searching for them ever since.”
I glanced at Marsa, who was now purring softly, her eyes half-closed in contentment. My heart sank. Could it really be that Marsa had somehow found these puppies and brought them home?
Mrs. Miller cleared her throat, her disapproval evident. “I saw your cat coming and going with those little ones. Thought it was strange, so I called it in.”
