The rain had intensified into a cold, needling downpour. The storm wailed through the trees with a sound like splitting wood. Maya wrapped one arm around the woman’s shoulders and began guiding her back across the street, with Juno trotting close behind, soaked and silent but alert.
By the time they reached the house, all three of them were drenched. Water pooled at their feet as they stepped inside. Maya shut the door quickly behind them, locking out the wind. The quiet thrum of the storm outside seemed louder now that they were safe.