I know that was short, but I had to end it there.
Lois pulled up in front of the farmhouse and got out of the Buick. She looked to her right, expecting Clark to come from the barn to greet her.
He didn't.
She hurried into the barn. "Clark?"
There was no answer.
"Clark?" Lois turned from the barn and ran the short distance to the house, her feet driven by a gut that was suddenly nine-tenths of the way to panic mode.
He'd probably just gone inside to get a drink, she told herself. He would be all right. She'd been gone less than half an hour.
Corrina.
