A Loyal K9
They strolled along the shoreline, where sand remained cool, untouched by footprints. Gentle waves tapped rhythmically at their side, seabirds wheeled lazily in the sky, and the morning was calm. Bruno walked loyally beside her, steady and composed. He rarely strayed without clear permission, as if they’d long agreed on unspoken rules. But as the horizon shifted pink with sunrise, Judy noticed something unusual. A subtle unease crept over her. For reasons she couldn’t explain, today felt slightly different.
Page 3 of 70
