A confused Kate
Kate scribbled notes furiously, her head spinning. Why did Sadie reek of fish? Why escape only at night? Why return every morning as though nothing had happened?
“What are you hiding, little one?” Kate whispered, staring at the sleeping pup. At first, she dismissed the smell as coincidence, but something told her it wasn’t random. Answers were out there, waiting.
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