Gemotions

The apartment felt empty. The silence, usually a welcome reprieve from the city's clamor, was suddenly oppressive. Sarah paced the worn wooden floorboards, her palms clammy. Liam was still resisting the idea, citing allergies, a lack of time, and the inevitable mess.

She walked to the window and stared at the park across the street, picturing a playful puppy chasing a ball. The image filled her with a profound sense of well-being. She knew that, no matter what, she could find a way, that she could convince him to welcome a dog into their lives. She could feel it.

A sudden decision solidified within her. She'd start small, she decided. A temporary foster. Just for a week.