An idea forming
On her porch, Abby clutched the railing, trying to steady herself. The dogs weren’t random—she was sure now. Their rage began only when she touched the car.
They were guarding it. If she wanted inside, she’d need a distraction. The thought made her uneasy, yet curiosity outweighed fear. Already, a plan formed, stubborn and insistent, refusing to fade.
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