Discovering the Shed
It wasn’t dawn quite yet when Rocky led us to an out-of-the-way shed, nudging against the wooden door as if commanding it to reveal hidden treasures.
“Let’s see what we’ve got here,” I murmured, gently nudging it open. Flashlights flickered, unveiling stacks of stolen items.
Our eyes widened, not in disbelief, but in gratitude—Rocky had guided us to the heart of every unexplained absence.