Chapter Eleven“Come on, Dan, show a bit of enthusiasm,” said Dad. He frowned, studying his son with more concern than usual. “Are you all right? You look like you've seen a ghost.”
“I'm fine,” said Daniel, forcing out the words. His throat screamed for a drink and when he spotted the drinks' cabinet, he shrugged himself from Dad's grip and went over to pour himself a glass of water. He could sense the others staring, waiting, but he took his time, not sure what to do. Images of Maria danced around in front of his eyes. Should he say something now, or wait until he had listened to what Rex had to say. He took another breath, finished his drink and put the glass down, staring into it for some moments.
“Dan, are you sure you're okay?”
Daniel heard his dad's voice, but it sounded as if it w
