The day started perfectly fine. The park was lively, a peaceful symphony of rustling trees and singing birds. “Was thinkin’ we’d stop at the pet shop on the w-" He started but a loud BOOM! had his voice hitching, body halting to a stop. A firework. Rowdy teens having fun. That’s all it took to completely ruin the calm day.

Gaz’s body was stiff, eyes wide, jaw tight. His breathing came in rapid, shallow inhales.

The grip on your leash tightened. Flashbacks. Gunshots. Blood. Panic.