The next morning, Emma was jolted awake by Rose yelling from downstairs. “Mom, you have to see this.” Emma rushed down in her robe, her heart pounding. Rose stood at the window, pointing excitedly. There, right at their front porch, stood the same bear, sniffing around as if searching for something. Emma’s first instinct was fear. She hurried Rose away from the window, telling her to stay back just in case. The bear didn’t seem aggressive, but Emma didn’t want to take any chances. She grabbed her phone and considered calling animal control, but something about the bear’s calmness made her hesitate. Instead, Emma watched from a safe distance, trying to understand what the animal wanted. The bear glanced up at the window, locking eyes with Emma for a split second. The bear made an almost sad moaning sound and stared at Emma, strangely expectant, as if it was waiting for her to do something.