He never growled. Never barked. He simply watched, still and alert, until the disturbance passed. Only then did he return to Betty’s side, as if checking off a completed task.
Vanessa did not say her worries aloud. She kept them contained, folded carefully away like fragile things. But each night, as Scooby lay beside Betty, Vanessa watched his chest rise and fall and wondered what, exactly, she had brought home.