Follow the sound
Halfway through the kitchen, she stopped cold. A faint noise broke through the roar of the wind outside. At first, it was subtle—like scratching, hesitant, almost muffled. Then came a single bark, sharp and clear. Judy’s breath caught. “Bruno?” she whispered, straining her ears. Again, the sound came, closer this time, urgent. Heart racing, she followed it step by step, feet pressing softly against the floor, desperate to hear another sign confirming her dog’s location.
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