Gathering the Clues
Paul, his wife Sarah, and I converged in a huddle, laying out the stories Rocky had connected. “He keeps insisting, doesn’t he?” Sarah noted, admiration mixed with worry.
Rocky’s tail wagged slightly, as if grateful we finally listened. Together, we connected dots only Rocky had traced.
A life of two years distilled into our late-night puzzle-solving mission—a mission Rocky seemed to have orchestrated all along.