Evelyn
"Hi," my chest is heaving as I stand in front of Connor's door at eight pm, holding the leash of my Golden Retriever, Bucky. "I'm sorry to come here at this time, but I need to ask for a favor."
"What is it?" He responds in a concerned tone, but when he glances at my dog in uncertainty, I don't know if he's more worried about what could have brought me to his door at this time of the night or the dog.
"Can you watch Bucky for me? I'll be back to get him in the morning, but I just got a call from my mom's neighbor that she was rushed to the hospital. My dad is out of the country, so I need to go. But I can't leave my dog alone overnight."
Connor exhales as he looks at Bucky, who has his tongue out and his tail wagging.
"I don't—why can't you keep him in your apartment for a few
