Clarissa
After a long, quiet drive up north, we made it to a mansion almost the size of Saint's. Contrary to Saint's home, there were dogs running around the front yard who appeared friendly. The urge to run up to them and embrace them in my arms was tempting.
I never really had a dog before. I've always wanted pets, but time wouldn't allow that. Too much of my attention was spent hacking to ever worry about whether my dog had eaten, drank, and used the potty where it needed to. There was nothing I wanted more than to have a dog of my own someday.
The guard pulled open the door for me and helped me out of the vehicle where I waited for Saint. I could hear his footsteps approaching as he neared me. As I waited, I glanced at the dogs to see how well trained they were. At our arrival, the
