MITCHELL REACHED OUT to shake his friend’s shoulder, bringing him back to the here and now, as he squatted in front of him. “I need to talk to you about something.”
It was a few moments before Glen became fully aware that Mitchell was before him, and a similar amount of time before he found his voice. “Wh...” He cleared his throat when his voice died in a croak and tried again. “What?”
“I need to talk to you about something,” Mitchell said. “I know this is a difficult time for you, but I need to know; why didn’t you tell me Daisy Hawkins was supposed to be staying at the farm last night?”
“Oh god!” Glen gasped, wringing his hands until his knuckles were as white as his face. “Oh god! How could I have forgotten about her?” There was a brief silence as he mentally castigated himself. “Her
