When I could hear the dog's heart, I was spared death

This time, as usual, I went out to walk the dog.

After returning, just as I was about to lie down in the bedroom to rest, I thought I heard my dog's thoughts.

"How odd, there seems to be a strange odor in the house."

"It smells bad, like the scent of a stranger."

I remembered the dismemberment case my husband had mentioned to me last night, and it sent shivers down my spine.

I didn't care if I was imagining things; staying safe was my top priority.

Just as I reached for the leash to head out, there was a knock on the door, and I heard my husband's voice.

"Phoebe, open the door."

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