Tracking the Mystery
Determined to dig deeper, I made a plan. Armed with a notepad and a pair of comfy sneakers, I began tracking the whispers of our neighborhood.
Where did the rumors start? “Watch out for anything weird, alright?” I told Rocky, patting his side. I wasn’t leaving anything to chance.
Maybe if I closely monitored our routine, the puzzle of these strange appearances wouldn’t stay a mystery for long.
