Allegra.
“I have made a list of reputable centers that we can look into,” I said to Layla, leaning on her as we stared at a laptop on the table. At the moment, we were looking into adopting, though not right this instant. We wanted to do a lot of research first.
Not to mention, Layla wanted to get another cat so Onyx had a playmate, and they’d need to adapt to our apartment first. The idea of adoption was a prospect both of us adored. Giving a child a loving home would be a wonderful thing.
Layla pointed to the screen, saying softly, “I’ve heard about that one. Good things, thankfully. I think we should be open-minded about teens.” She frowned sadly, closing her eyes. “They are often overlooked.”
“I agree,” I said. “They may be a large responsibility, as teenagers can be rowdy, but I’m confident we can handle it. Can’t be worse than being captured by the Russian mob,” I said with a chuckle. Layla winced but gave a half-smile.