EpilogueTuesday, May 5“Are you okay?" Darlene Rollins asked tenderly, gazing up at Dave with those wide brown eyes, those sweet, soft eyes.
Dave nodded. Meeting her gaze, he tried to reassure her, tried to project all possible serenity, all possible sincerity.
Frowning, she dropped her head back to his chest, again looked at the TV news. She snuggled against him on the sofa; one of her arms was wrapped around his stomach, the other between his back and the cushions, and her hands were clasped at his side.
Turning his head to the right, Dave looked across the basement. Except for the grainy beam of the television, the room was dark; still, he could see the glow of the digital clock, the red numbers which seemed to hover above the old end-table in the corner.
It was 6:45. In fifteen
