Another hour passes
About an hour later, a police officer asked Daryl to come with him to provide more details. Daryl’s father shot him a worried glance as Daryl stood up.
The officer led him down a hallway, away from the waiting area. “Please, just give us some answers,”
his father muttered, but Daryl was already following the officer, his steps echoing on the linoleum floor.
The officer’s calm demeanor did little to ease the tension Daryl felt.