David saw his chance. He leaned into the nest, arms reaching gently for Coco. “It’s okay,” he whispered. “I’ve got you now.” The puppy whimpered but didn’t resist. He scooped her into his jacket, holding her tight to his chest. “Got her!” he called down, voice strained.
Cheers rang out below. Lisa’s vision blurred with tears. But David wasn’t down yet. He adjusted Coco in one arm and began his descent with the other, slowly testing each foothold. The rope held, but the tree shuddered with every step. Lisa gripped tighter. “Almost there,” she whispered.