Finally, Olivia forces herself to open her eyes. The dog’s pupils are too large, like black wells. She flinches, then screams—an animal sound, raw. The dog tilts its head, confused.
OLIVIA Get it away! Get it—
They breathe together. The lamp steadies; the room feels marginally brighter. The framed photo of Olivia with the golden retriever glints in the lamp light. aniphobia script