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.