Feral Secret
As we move, I keep the stuffed star in my hand, hoping that somehow, it will guide us to him.
“Newton!” I shout, my voice raw with desperation. “Newton, it’s Cheryl! We have your star! We’re here to bring you home!”
The forest seems to hold its breath, the silence almost unbearable. Then, faintly, we hear it—a soft whimper, not far from where we stand.
“Did you hear that?” I whisper, clutching the star tighter.
He nods, eyes narrowing as he listens. “Newton! We’re coming!”
We follow the sound, stumbling upon a small clearing. There, huddled against a tree, is Newton, his small frame shaking with sobs. Relief floods through me as I rush to his side, dropping to my knees and pulling him into m
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