Now Rex was dead and a huge, gaping hole developed in the pit of Daniel"s being.
The fire crackled and popped in the grate and Dad, ashen faced, came and sat down next to his son, hands clasped together, staring at the floor.
“We found Rex earlier this morning,” he said, voice low, close to breaking. “Or, more accurately, I found him. Lying face down in the lake. At first, I didn"t realize it was him. I didn"t know who it was, so I got a boat, rowed out, and …” He put his face in his hands. Rex, Dad"s friend. To find him like that, the horror of it must be unbearable. He pressed his hand on Dad"s knee. Dad looked at him. “I managed to get him into the boat. I don"t know how, but …There was no sign of any injuries. He had simply drowned.”
Daniel shook his head, not believing it for a sec
