I woke from a horrible dream—and ran downstairs, somehow knowing my daughter Francine was outside in the storm.
Throwing open the front door, I saw that the rain had all but washed the muddy footprints from the porch, but I knew they were there. Suddenly I recalled what I had done—and knew that if I retraced my path back across the field I would find Francine lying lifeless on the ground after I had done what I had done.
Throwing open the front door, I saw that the rain had all but washed the muddy footprints from the porch, but I knew they were there. Suddenly I recalled what I had done—and knew that if I retraced my path back across the field I would find Francine lying lifeless on the ground after I had done what I had done.
