5 Years Old“Forty-eight...forty-nine...fifty! Ready or not, here I come!”I shout the last part loudly, spinning around and opening my eyes. We're playing hide-and-seek, and today, it’s my turn to be “it.” We always play when our mommies—Mommy, Luna Clara, Auntie Lauren, and Auntie Christine—have their weekly meetings to discuss pack stuff. The grown-ups call it "business," but I just think they like to gossip.My friends, Dev, Zaky, and Bray, have already scattered into the woods, probably finding the trickiest hiding spots ever. But I’m good at finding them.At least, usually.I hurry toward Dev’s favorite hiding place first, a patch of tall grass near the big oak. Nothing. Next, I check Bray’s usual spot near the creek, and Zaky’s spot behind the fallen log. Still nothing.There are signs they’ve been here, though—footprints, flattened grass, broken twigs. They moved together. That’s odd. Usually, when we play, we hide separately.I sigh, hands on my hips. This feels like they're p
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