Lisa stood abruptly. Her hands clenched. Waiting wasn’t enough. She needed to act—more than just posting or reading dead-end comments. As she stared at her phone, a single thought repeated in her mind: I need help. Real help. Someone who knows how animals behave.
That’s when she remembered David Setter. He wasn’t just Coco’s vet—he was a childhood friend. They’d built treehouses together, dug up frogs after rainstorms. He’d always understood animals in a way most people didn’t. If anyone could help her track an eagle’s path, it would be David.