The welcome mat at the door looked like it had been moved.
Sheila immediately grew alert, grabbing Wilson, who had been hopping around excitedly.
Wilson, ever perceptive, noticed the shift in his mom's expression. His wide, curious eyes silently asked, 'Mom, what's wrong?'
Sheila pointed at the mat. "The mat has been moved. I think someone broke into our house."
Wilson's eyes widened in shock, and he clung tightly to her hand. He was determined to protect his mom.
"Don't worry, I'm here," Sheila mouthed silently to him.
"We can't go inside right now. I need you to help me with a little act."
The mother and son shared a knowing look, their coordination seamless. Wilson nodded vigorously.
"Oh no! Wilson, I seem to have left the keys at the office. We can't go inside," S
