“Go, Bernie,” Jacob said, kneeling down to meet the dog’s anxious eyes. “Go to the police station. Get help. They’ll know it’s me if you show up.” His voice cracked, but he forced a calm tone. Bernie hesitated, whining softly, but Jacob pointed firmly toward the path.
Bernie barked once, then sprinted off into the shadows, his loyalty outweighing his hesitation. Jacob watched until the dog disappeared, his chest tightening with the thought of sending Bernie alone. But now, it was just him and the bear.
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