The officer sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Animals can be unpredictable. Sometimes, maternal instincts kick in even in the most unlikely of situations.”

I sat down heavily, my legs suddenly unable to support me. “What do I need to do?” I asked, my voice barely more than a whisper.

“We need to return the puppies to their rightful owner,” the officer explained gently. “But given the circumstances, it might be best if someone from the shelter checks on them first. To ensure they’re healthy before they’re returned.”