When he turned to go, Brenda placed a hand on his arm. “Don’t go.”
Danny looked back at her. What now?
“I’d like you to stay,” she said. “We need to talk.”
They’d been through that before. Danny sighed as he turned back to face her. “About what?”
He thought she’d say, Us, but she surprised him.
“It’s Jimmy.” Our son. Born before their own changes began. “He didn’t come home last night.”
Twelve years old. Where had he been, then? The boy knew better. Things had gotten worse for them all. It was no longer safe to go out. Especially after dark.
“Is he home now?”
“No, not yet, anyway. I just called, but he didn’t answer.”
The sun was blazing already this morning.