It all started on what seemed like a perfectly normal day.
It was the day before my birthday in 2021.
My husband called me from work and told me he was going to take one of his co-workers home because her car had broken down.
I remember thinking, “Well, that’s nice of him.”
Now, here’s an important detail. We have one of those location-sharing apps that lets us see where the other person is. After a while, I checked to see if he was almost home.
He wasn’t.
He had driven quite a ways, which made sense if he was taking someone home.
But then…
He stayed there.
Five minutes.
Ten minutes.
Twenty minutes.
By this point, I was beginning to wonder what was taking so long.
So, I called him.
He assured me everything was fine. They had just been talking, and he said he was about to leave.
Okay… fair enough.
Except…
He didn’t leave.
Fifteen more minutes passed.
By now my imagination was working overtime.
I’d never met this co-worker before. I didn’t know anything about her, and suddenly my mind was filling in all the blanks. And none of the possibilities were good.
Finally, I saw that he was on his way home.
Relieved, I called him one more time.
He laughed, told me there was nothing to worry about, and promised he’d explain everything when he got home.
Easy for him to say.
I spent the rest of the afternoon wondering what in the world was going on.
Then I heard his truck pull into the driveway.
A few moments later, he walked through the front door…
…carrying a box?
