Ashley thought about it.

“Sometimes the sun.”

“Sometimes,” June agreed.

The child picked up the scattered blocks and began again.

That evening, Owen received a message from a forestry worker who lived near the quarry.

During the storm, he had seen a man stumbling along the service road.

He’d called out, but the figure disappeared behind an abandoned maintenance shed before he could reach him.

“Why didn’t you report it?” Owen asked.