morning surprise
The next morning, Tom stepped onto the porch, and his heart skipped a beat. Max’s favorite chew toy lay there, a worn-out plush toy. He picked it up gently and turned it over in his palms. Memories of Max happily playing with it returned. “How did this get here?” he wondered, gazing around. Nobody else was in sight. The mystery developed, and Tom’s interest was piqued.
Morning Surprise
questioning mark
Tom hurried inside, clutching the toy. “Dad, look!” Mark looked up from his coffee. “What’s that, buddy?” Tom held up his chew toy. “Max’s favorite toy!” It was on the porch. “How did it get there?” Mark furrowed his brow. “Maybe you forgot where you left it?” he asked, drinking his coffee. Tom shook his head angrily. “No, I’m sure I put it with Max.” Mark’s calm demeanor did not change.
Questioning Mark
