Maya closed the door behind her and leaned against it, her mind racing. She couldn’t just leave the dog out there with the storm rolling in, but the threat of a bite or worse loomed large in her thoughts.
If she got hurt, who would be there to help her? She was alone, with no one to care for her if things went wrong. The prospect of a bad fall or a serious bite was more than just painful—it could be catastrophic.
The thought of the dog thrashing against the fence as the rain unleashed upon him made her uncomfortable and tightened the knot of anxiety in her chest. She couldn’t just let it happen. But what could she possibly do in this situation?
Maya lowered herself into the armchair, the wind clawing louder against the windows. Her hands rested on her knees, clenched. She stared out at the dog, still straining and barking, and felt her insides twist. Time was slipping away. The storm wasn’t waiting, and neither could she.