Delilah: Watching Her World Collapse
Delilah peered through bushes from the side of her yard, breath panting as she stared at the neighbors surrounding her house, the blue and red flashes of the lights from the police and ambulance cars. It had only been about fifteen minutes since she had squealed, running away as an Animal Control van had pulled up next to the growing crowd, the county worker fixing her with a fierce gaze and moving towards her with a practiced and purposeful trot.
Now Delilah looked out from her hiding place and saw the police had placed that classic yellow, crime-scene tape along the outside of the house, barring any neighbor or onlooker from entering. EMTs pushed the gurney from the backyard passed the bushes, a black canvas bag with Dad's body inside of it.