NATHAN WAS STILL WORKING when we arrived back at the cabin sometime after six. On our way home I looked for signs of Duncan’s truck, but found nothing. I distinctively remembered where we’d rolled, but there didn’t seem to be any hint of an accident.
“Is Caleb stopping by later tonight?” I asked, when we were inside.
She kicked off her shoes. “Not that I know of.”
“Well, I’d like to talk to him.”
Mom raised her eyebrows. “I could call him.”
“Thanks. I’d appreciate it.”
“Sure. Are you hungry? I can make you something to eat.”
I went over to the sectional and sat down. My wrist was sore and so was my head. “Yeah, that’d be great, thanks.”
“Okay. Don’t forget to let Rosie know you won’t be in this week.”
“That’s right,” I said, reaching for my cell phone.
Mom went into the kitchen a
