She took a shaky step backward, her hand pressed to her chest, as if trying to hold her heart in place. Only seconds ago, Coco had been tumbling in the daisies. Now, she was gone—just like that—lifted into the heavens like a terrible dream.
“What just happened?” someone murmured. Another neighbor stared, pale-faced, shaking his head. It didn’t make sense. Eagles hunted squirrels or rabbits—never puppies. Never something loved. Never from someone’s yard, with people watching helplessly.