unsuccessful conversations
Tom addressed his parents at breakfast. “Mom and Dad, I saw something last night. “There were fresh paw prints and a shadow.” They exchanged apprehensive expressions. “Tom, we’ve been through it. “Max has gone,” Mark replied quietly. Sarah groaned and said, “Honey, maybe you need more rest.” Tom, frustrated, wrinkled his napkin. “You don’t believe me,” he murmured before storming out of the room. Clearly, he was alone.
Unsuccessful Conversations
a restless decision
Tom, motivated by curiosity and an increasing sense of urgency, chose to stay up every night. He camped out by his window, flashlight in hand, ready to detect any unusual behavior. The moon cast long shadows across the yard, and Tom remained attentive, his gaze set on Max’s grave. The silence of the night heightened his suspense, but he was determined to find out the truth, no matter how long it took.
A Restless Decision
