Confronting The Caretaker
A man, possibly in his thirties, stepped out from behind a stack of boxes. “What are you kids doing here?” he asked, his tone more curious than angry. I took a step forward, doing my best to keep my voice steady. “We’re looking for a cat named Luna. My mom might have brought her here. His eyes narrowed, as if he were sifting through his memory. The silence between us felt heavy, charged with questions I didn’t dare to voice. But I needed to know—had he seen her?
Confronting The Caretaker
A Hesitant Admission
The caretaker paused, scratching his head thoughtfully. “Luna, huh? Yeah, I’ve heard the name,” he said slowly. “But no cat like that has turned up here.” His words hit like a punch to the gut. Mark nodded, his expression tightening as he processed the news. “Do you think he’s telling the truth?” he whispered to me. It was hard to say. His eyes darted nervously, but his tone carried an unsettling certainty. The mystery only deepened, leaving us with the feeling that we were still missing a crucial piece of the puzzle.
A Hesitant Admission
