While my husband was not at home, my father-in-law told me to take a hammer and break the tile behind the toilet: behind the tile, I saw a hole, and …
I was standing at the sink, rinsing dishes while the soft hum of my son’s laughter drifted in from the neighbor’s yard. My husband had gone out to run errands, and for once, the house was still. Ordinary. Safe. Or so I thought. That’s when I felt it—someone behind me. I turned. It was my … Read more