a sleepless night
He stayed up late once again, watching Max’s every move. Coffee in hand, John sat in the living room, eyes glued to the curious dog.
Max seemed particularly focused around midnight, pacing and occasionally sniffing the air. ‘What is it, buddy?
‘ John asked quietly, hoping for a breakthrough. But Max offered no answers, only his continued vigilance.
The hours dragged on, the night stretching longer with each passing minute of unanswered questions.