On her third day in town, rushing to catch the early bus, she noticed a small gray kitten shivering against a lamppost. Thin and drenched from overnight rain, it gazed at her with large, pleading eyes. Something in that tiny face tugged at her heart.
Eliza knelt, holding out a cautious hand. The kitten shrank back, then crept closer, meowing softly. She checked her watch, torn between her new responsibilities and this frail creature’s immediate need. Gently scooping the kitten up, she promised herself she’d find a way to help.