Theron’s Point of View

The sound was faint, but I heard the cry for help in that moment the rain loosened up, I followed it instinctively, realizing the sound came from behind this recycling bin. I heard it again, even closer, so, I got down on one knee and looked underneath it; and there it was.

A white furball of disaster, wet, cold and hungry.

“Theron.” Just before I could reach for it, I heard Eden’s voice from behind me, and Jesus Christ, I thought I told this woman to wait for ...