Off To The Community Center
We headed to the community center, a lively hub where everyone seemed to know each other’s business. “Maybe someone noticed something,” Mark suggested as we walked. The old building had a welcoming, familiar charm, alive with constant activity. Stepping inside, I couldn’t help but hope that someone held a piece of information we needed. Even the smallest recollection could spark the vital clue that might lead us closer to the answer.
Off To The Community Center
A Volunteer Remembers Flyers
Inside, we struck up a conversation with a volunteer who paused, recalling something. “There have been more flyers for lost pets this month,” she mentioned. Her words sparked a glimmer of hope. “Do you remember any names or details?” I asked eagerly. She hesitated, then said, “I’ll check our board—we’ve got some posted there.” Mark and I exchanged a glance, a shared sense of relief washing over us. At last, we had a lead. We were one step closer.
A Volunteer Remembers Flyers
