Thoughts of her never strayed far from his mind. He would find himself wondering where she was, if she was in pain, if she was scared. And worst of all, if she was still alive. He felt a pang of guilt each time he thought about her. Could he have done something differently? Could he have protected her?
Winter settled over the farm, covering it in a white blanket of snow that concealed any remnants of the events from the previous summer. As Bill made his way through the barn, attending to the animals on cold mornings, his thoughts drifted to Daisy, wondering if she was warm wherever she might be. He envisioned her thriving on a distant pasture, unaware of how deeply he missed her.