Sarah’s Intuition
Just then, my friend Sarah appeared, leash in hand with her Labrador, Max. “Hey, Jason!” she called, spotting Rocky’s urgency. “What’s going on?” she asked, curiosity piqued. “Rocky thinks there’s something in this alley,” I explained. Sarah knelt beside Rocky, mirroring his serious focus. “Let’s take a look, right Max?” she said, eager to help. Together, we leaned into the shadows, hoping to uncover the mystery that had Rocky so on edge.
Sarah’s Intuition
Empty Alley
Sarah and I scoured the alley, trying to find whatever Rocky was sensing, but there was nothing—just an empty space. “I don’t get it. Why’s he so worked up?” Sarah muttered. Rocky’s determination didn’t waver; he huffed, clearly convinced we’d overlooked something important. “I don’t know what he thinks is there,” I admitted, but the more insistent Rocky became, the more compelled I felt to uncover the mystery.
Empty Alley
