Daughter of Dead Cop Walks Into German Shepherd Auction Alone — The Reason Why Is Shocking!
The warehouse smelled of rust, rain, and nervous sweat. Fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting harsh shadows across the rows of steel cages lined up like a grim parade. Men in uniforms, trainers, and government agents stood in small knots, their faces set and silent, eyes flicking from the auctioneer to the restless German Shepherds pacing behind their bars.
That’s when the doors groaned open and she walked in—a girl, barely twelve, boots soaked, gray hoodie clinging to her thin frame. Her hands shook, but her jaw was set, and she clutched a folded piece of paper like it was a shield.
“She’s just a kid. What the hell is she doing here alone?” The auctioneer didn’t bother to whisper; his voice echoed off the concrete. The room stilled. Even the dogs seemed to pause, ears pricking, as if they sensed something different in the air.
Someone in the back finally spoke, “Her name’s Laya Monroe. She’s the daughter of that officer who died last year—Jacob Monroe, remember?” The tension shifted. Men glanced away, uncomfortable, as if remembering something they’d rather forget.
