Kids Listening In
Outside the office door, the children couldn’t help themselves—they had to know what was being said. Emma pressed her ear against the wood, eyes wide with worry. Alex stood beside her, motioning for silence while Ethan tried to make out muffled words. “I can’t hear anything clearly,” Emma whispered.
Bits and pieces filtered through—strange words like “records,” “historical,” and “tests.” The fragmented conversation only stirred their imaginations further. “Do you think something’s wrong with Nyx?” Ethan murmured. The vague clues offered no comfort, only raising more questions about the mysterious origins of their beloved companion.
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