The next morning
Around 12:00 on Saturday morning I received a call from my wife that she was on her way home. She was walking. She was definitely nervous about coming home. I can tell by the way she was talking. Her voice cracked and she spoke with hesitation. I certainly was nervous to see her too. So much had happened since the last time we saw each other, just the day before. It was strange to think that so much could change in such a short period of time.
Throughout all of the emotions and lead up to her night with Donovan, looming in the background was the fact that it’s now Mother’s Day weekend. This was a detail that wasn’t even on our minds when this drama began. The irony of it is almost laughable.
We had a late lunch planned at 2 pm with her sister, mom and dad. I knew that they would be arriving In about an hour and a half and I just prayed that everything would go smoothly, without her mom sensing that something was different or out of the ordinary. Her mother Is the type of person who can tell when something’s not right.