Help on the Way

Mark’s voice steadied him. “Stay put. I’m on my way, and I’ve already called animal control.” Relief mingled with dread as John exhaled. Staring at the attic window, he knew the nightmare wasn’t over. Headlights soon flashed in his rearview mirror—Mark had arrived. He climbed into the passenger seat, concern etched on his face. “You holding up?” he asked. John shook his head, whispering, “This is insane.”
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