Still, she couldn’t bring herself to stop. Maybe the eagle dropped him. Maybe he wriggled free. Maybe he was hiding somewhere, frightened and cold. It was unlikely—she knew that. But every time she closed her eyes, she pictured Pablo out there, alive, waiting for her to find him.
Amid the flood of condolences on Facebook, a few good samaritans commented with something else: offers to help. Strangers. One said they had a drone. Another offered boots and a flashlight. Samantha replied with trembling fingers, giving them the address of the local diner as a meeting point.