Michael was taken to the sheriff’s office.
I stood in my yard after everyone else had finished collecting statements and photographs. The morning had become quiet again, but it was not the same kind of quiet I had known before.
Harry walked over and placed a hand on my shoulder.
“Are you all right?”
I nodded, though I was not certain of the answer.
“I will be.”
“You did the right thing calling.”
“If you hadn’t answered—”
“But I did.”
He gave my shoulder a reassuring squeeze.
“That’s what neighbors are for.”
I looked toward the empty road.
“Is there anything I can do?” Harry asked. “I can stay for a while. I can bring you lunch or help call Sarah.”
“I think I need a little time alone.”
He studied me, making sure I meant it.
“All right. But being alone and isolating yourself aren’t always the same thing. You call me if you need anything.”
