Planning The Meeting
Determined to find answers, I knew we had to unite. “We should call a meeting,” I said to Mark. He nodded in agreement. “Safety in numbers, right?” I quickly sketched out a plan to gather everyone at the park on Saturday. For the first time since Luna disappeared, I felt a spark of empowerment. It was as if we were finally reclaiming control, and the possibility of uncovering the truth didn’t seem so far out of reach.
Planning The Meeting
The Saturday Meeting
Saturday couldn’t arrive soon enough. Beneath the sprawling branches of the oak tree in the park, people began to gather, each carrying a story of a beloved pet they’d lost. Mark and I set up a modest table adorned with flyers, determined to unite everyone for a common cause. The air hummed with a mix of hope and anticipation, the first sparks of a shared purpose taking shape around us. I drew a steadying breath, ready to lead this effort—for Luna, and for all the companions still waiting to be found.
The Saturday Meeting
