Stray Dogs Surround Same Car Every Day, Then Someone Finally Looks Inside

The mysterious address

Near the bottom, the handwriting shifted, more deliberate. The final instruction was clear: if Abby wanted answers, she had to go to the address on the folded note.

The letter itself gave nothing more. She pinched the slip between her fingers, staring at the unfamiliar street name, whispering it again and again as if repetition offered safety.