Chapter Two
Ursula yawned andgrabbed some chocolate chips from the store’s shelves. She yawned again and rolled her cart forward, numbly going from aisle to aisle, picking up the supplies she needed in a mechanical manner.
The routine was etched into her mind perfectly, her mind barely having to think of where to turn and what to grab. It didn’t help that she barely had any rest the night before.
Even after having some tea and watching some T.V, Ursula found she couldn’t relax. Every noise made her jump, she had checked the locks on her doors and windows at least five times but still she hadn’t felt satisfied that she was fully safe.
The idea of the dogs just disappearing disturbed her. Perhaps the scratching was purely innocent, but who knows how many other strays were out there? Besi
