“Thank you for believing me,” Daniel said clearly. “It’s easier when someone just listens. You wouldn’t believe how many adults don’t think a kid knows what he saw or did or felt. It’s such a relief to be able to tell it and not change it to make someone feel better.”
“You’re welcome,” Clark murmured. “So what happened then?”
“He left, just as the profile indicated. Having him leave still surprised me, as I thought…It felt like forever, you know? I found the phone. I remember being annoyed about the blood making everything slippery, and called the station, not 911, but the station. Mary Innes answered. She’s still the dispatcher for the department, and to this day she swears I used all the correct codes to tell her what happened. I just…” Daniel shifted and stroked one hand down Clark’s
