Ivey’s identity

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Amber turned toward him, her heart thudding louder than she liked. “What do you mean?” The vet stepped away from the window and opened his laptop, fingers tapping with urgency.
After a few clicks, he spun the screen toward her. “Darwin’s fox,” he said. “Critically endangered. Native to South America. And somehow, that’s what we’ve been raising here.”
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