The Disappearance
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When Tracey returned outside, she found the kittens meowing frantically. “Max?” she called, looking around. But there was no response. She felt a pang of worry but tried to stay calm.
Max had a knack for hiding, often playing tricks on her, but something felt different this time. The yard, usually filled with his laughter, was eerily silent.
Tracey’s anxiety grew with each passing second. She called out again, her voice tinged with desperation. The unsettling quiet and the kittens’ distress hinted at something terribly wrong.