Echoes of Purpose
Chapter 3
The gym was alive with motion and murmurs when I pushed through the doors, the white boxer trotting faithfully at my side. Roger, Joey, Sammy, and Robert followed close behind, their clothes still damp from the rain, faces drawn but proud.
The sheriff stood near the entrance, clipboard in hand, his voice carrying authority as he greeted Mr. Johnson—the head of one of Pine Hills’ banks—with a firm handshake. The man’s suit was wrinkled, his compos