Chapter 10San Francisco, California
1980
Carol felt like she was floating on air as she danced into the house, her registration clutched in one hand, her student identification clutched in the other. “Daniel? Are you home? I did it!”
She frowned when he didn’t respond. He had been home that morning and promised he’d be there when she returned, but nothing met her except a quiet house.
“Daniel?” She walked through the house, calling his name, glancing into each room. She missed his hunched form the first time she passed the den, but caught him the second time. “Daniel? What’s going on?”
He looked up, surprised to see her. “I didn’t hear you come in.”
“I’ve been walking through the house shouting your name for like five minutes,” she said gently, concerned by the dullness in his eyes.
