Paul’s Peculiar Yard
In Paul’s yard, tools lay scattered like a mini construction site. “Hey, Paul,” I called out, trying to keep my voice steady.
“Were you doing some late-night repairs?” Paul stepped out, scratching his head with a puzzled look. “Nah, just misplaced these yesterday.
Not sure what’s up.” His casual shrug spoke volumes, but Rocky’s stance was unwavering, eyes scanning for truths hidden in plain sight.