There is nothing remarkable about finding a penny on the sidewalk or bumping into an old friend on the street, but what if you stumble upon a lifeless child lying in the grass on a cold, dark night? What happens then? In Muddy Thursday, Darla Garvey tells us exactly what happens, because it happened to her. And that child? He was her son. Darla Garvey would have preferred to write a murder mystery, an action hero...