The “bloodstains” came from the raw meat bags she dragged across the floor.
And the locked metal door?
She had closed it to keep the frightened animals from running into the village.
For days, everyone had imagined something terrible.
The truth was sad—but completely different.
By the end of the week, the police and villagers helped move the dogs to shelters.
Margaret never had to carry forty-five kilos of beef alone again.