Jon ran to the pet-gate.
His heart was still hammering.
His brain was still trying to catch up.
Because a second agoโ
A face had been there.
Blindfolded.
Grim.
Wrong.
And now he needed proof.
He needed to know whether he had actually seen it.
Jon crouched down in front of the little plastic opening and stared.
Nothing.
Just the balcony.
Foggy San Francisco beyond it.
Gribbles sprawled on his belly, chewing his rawhide like the entire universe hadnโt just cracked open.
Jon blinked.
Looked again.
Still nothing.
No fortress.
No storm.
No curved knife.
No impossible face watching him from somewhere else.
Just Gribbles.
Chewing.
Possessive.
Annoyed.
A low growl rumbled from his throat, not fearful, not warning Jon of danger โ just deeply offended that someone might interrupt his treat.
Jon slowly pulled back.
The world was normal.
The balcony was normal.
The city was normal.
Everything was exactly as it should be.
And somehowโฆ
that made it worse.
Because if nothing was there nowโ
then what had he seen?
Continue the journey:
๐ Stay with Jon as doubt becomes harder to ignore
๐ Step deeper into Evermoor
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If this stayed with youโฆ
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