Fifteen
When Eagle and I pulled up to the house, Toy was at the top of the steps. She bounced on her feet, like an eager puppy as Eagle approached her. It was the farthest she’d come out of the house in years.
“I hope you’ve been a good girl,” Eagle said holding his palm out to her as he climbed the porch steps slowly.
Toy was just inside the threshold. Her eyes flicked from his outstretched hand to the space just across the threshold. Her bare toes were right at the edge. I watched her chest heave as she lifted her hand. Her fingers stretched, but they didn’t reach his.
Eagle didn’t pick up his pace, but Toy picked up her heel. I froze in place as she put one foot out the door and across the doorstep. Just that one step was enough to put her in his grasp.
Eagle took the last step. He
