Making connections
John began piecing things together—the dog’s constant distress, Emily’s escalating nightmares. “There’s no way this is all a coincidence,” he said during one of their late-night talks.
“There has to be something connecting them.” Emily gave a hesitant nod. “But what would that even be?” she asked.
“I’m not sure yet,” John replied. “But I’m going to find out.” His determination offered a flicker of comfort, though the mystery loomed larger than ever.
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