The street buzzed with disbelief. Whispers spread like fire. Lisa barely registered the noise around her. Her thoughts spiraled into panic. Her eyes kept returning to the sky, as if Coco might somehow fall gently back to earth. But there was only silence up there now.
Tears streamed down Lisa’s cheeks as she staggered up the porch steps. Her hands trembled so badly she dropped her mug. It shattered, unnoticed. Her voice broke as she whispered, over and over, “She was just here… just here…” The disbelief hit harder than the grief.