“What animal left these marks?” I said to myself, staring at the muddy footprints leading to my bed.
The morning light made everything clear. I saw the path from my window, trailing across the floor and stopping right where I slept. This wasn’t just a dream. Something or someone had been in my room last night, watching me.
I kneeled down and touched one of the prints. It was too big for a normal dog. My fingers shook as I felt the shape. Whatever made these didn’t just walk by. It came right to me.
Then I saw something stuck on the window frame, a small piece of torn cloth. I pulled it free and held it up to the light. It was dark green canvas, rough and worn.
“I know this,” I whispered, squeezing it in my hand. It was the same material as Cade’s shirt. The one he wore when he “fixed”
