Max’s Lonely Wait
Back at home, Max paced endlessly, unsettled and alone. Every creak of the house made him look up. He lingered by the front door, waiting.
Meanwhile, John thought about Max constantly, wondering if their loyal companion felt the same strain they did.
“What if he senses something invisible to us?” he wondered aloud, staring blankly through the hospital window.
Max had always been protective—but this went far beyond anything they had ever seen before.
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