Chapter FiveBut Daniel didn't get the chance. Earlier, Dad received the delivery of a hire car and, coming into Daniel's room, shook him, telling him to get up, time was running. Then he rushed out, muttering under his breath. Still groggy, Daniel shuffled downstairs to find Dad waiting impatiently by the door, a bread roll in his hand. “I overslept,” he said. “And now we're late. You can eat this on the way.”
Armed with the appropriate directions, they drove down the mountain pass towards the little town of Füssen. It wasn't so far and, with summer still clinging on and the weather warm, the road was easily negotiable. Daniel had made no mention of what had happened the night before. He didn't know how to begin. A little part of him questioned whether anything actually had happened. Migh
