Status Updates From Завръщане у дома

Heh, a couple more twists in the road

Well well.. my other guess was right

Polly had certainly made some wrong turns—strange how easy the signposts were to see in the rearview mirror—but she had learned long ago that it was pointless to give in to the black temptation of regret.

For the next few days, Percy struggled to keep his head above water. Meg was unreachable, neither of his sons was speaking to him, the Turner family lay dead in the morgue. The police were interviewing everyone in town—Percy had taken Kurt along to the station himself, getting in early before the eye of suspicion had a chance to land; the search for the Turner baby continued.

It started to rain again, and out there in dark, hidden places, dingoes sent their howls into the stormy night. Hearing them, Percy was overcome with a sudden deep and profound grief. Events of the day, but even more than that, at an elemental level. It could do that to you, this country. The sounds, the colors, the stories of make and break—