The guardian
Emily woke one morning to see Max standing stiff at the door, his eyes locked on the hallway, ears pricked, body tense.
“What is it, boy?” she asked softly, but Max didn’t move a muscle.
He stood there like a sentinel, determined to guard whatever lay behind the shadows. John joined her, their eyes meeting in shared concern.
Whatever Max was sensing, it wasn’t going away—and they couldn’t pretend any longer.
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