he said and hurried into the room. The main room was empty, but he sensed something in that damned bathroom again. He ran into it. Cory, looking dazed and sitting on the bathroom floor, stared up at him. His clothes were dusty. Robbie gaped at him. “There you are! I’ve been looking for you for almost an hour!” He looked like a disoriented kid waking up from a heavy sleep, his lids heavy, his gaze unfocused. He had cobwebs in his hair and a scrape along the inside of his right forearm, freshly beaded with blood. Robbie squatted down beside him. “Son, where have you been? And what happened to your arm?” He seemed to look through his father. “I don’t know. I came to look in this room. I wasn’t sure if I wanted this one or the other one. I can’t remember.” “Did you fall asleep in a closet somewhere?” “I don’t know.” Robbie helped him stand. “Did you find some hiding spot in the house?” he persisted. “I won’t be angry. I just want to know where you went.
