Neighbors opened their doors. Some stepped onto porches. All eyes searched the sky. Lisa shielded hers with a trembling hand. And then she saw it—a massive eagle soaring above the rooftops, its wings spread wide, casting shadows that rippled across yards and gardens.
It happened fast—faster than her brain could process. The eagle circled once, then dropped. Its talons stretched, slicing through the air. Lisa rose from her chair, mouth open, but no sound came in time. Coco, mid-pounce in the grass, vanished in a blur of wings and fur.