Thump.
The sound—my sound—echoes through the mall.
George and Julia spin around.
Julia drops her backpack. George drops his keys. The pile of pictures goes flying.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
I bounce off the walls. I screech and bellow. I beat and beat and beat my chest.
Bob hides under Not-Tag, his paws over his ears.
I’m angry, at last.
I have someone to protect.