George was on high alert. He acted oblivious but kept a watchful eye on Zoe. None of her strange behavior would go unnoticed by him. One quiet morning, as Zoe believed him to be asleep, he observed her sneaking out of bed. “Perfect,” he mused silently, “I can shadow her unnoticed.”
His suspicions intensified when Zoe tiptoed downstairs and shushed a softly barking Rex. “Something’s definitely off,” George concluded. Swiftly, he dressed and was on her tail.