Page 6 of A Very Beary Christmas
When my mom looked at me again, I knew she was thinking the same thing. “Oh, Sam, do you think it could be our Chloe?”
“I don’t know,” I answered honestly.
I wasn’t an idiot. I knew the chances were pretty slim that the painting in Kayden’s picture had been done bymyChloe, but my bear was convinced it was. I also had no ideawhenit had been done, orwherethe diner owner had picked it up. One thing was for sure, though—I was going to find out.
I packed a bag. I didn’t take the time to explain where I was going to anyone. My mom would take care of that.
“Good luck, Sam,” my mother called. “Call the moment you have news.”
I nodded. “I will. If I find her, I’m bringing her home.”
Then I shifted into my bear, snatched up my bag in my jaws, and took off.
