She must be running late. Dan Brown looked at the lengthening shadows in the backyard and leaned on the back fence. “Abbie!” he called into the trees, listening for the telltale sounds of Sammy or for his daughter’s voice calling after the pup.
There was no reply.
After the brief, startled silence left by his worried calls, the birds began to sing again. Dan narrowed his green eyes, his hand on the gate. Abbie was always home when he asked her to be.
“Is something wrong?”
She must be running late. Dan Brown looked at the lengthening shadows in the backyard and leaned on the back fence. “Abbie!” he called into the trees, listening for the telltale sounds of Sammy or for his daughter’s voice calling after the pup.
There was no reply.
After the brief, startled silence left by his worried calls, the birds began to sing again. Dan narrowed his green eyes, his hand on the gate. Abbie was always home when he asked her to be.
“Is something wrong?”