“Sit down Susan,” my husband Paul said from his oversized recliner as I walked into the house.

“Oh shit. He was supposed to be on a business trip,” I thought to myself.

“Okay honey, but I thought you were supposed to be in Memphis on business tonight? Did it get canceled?”

I said as I sat on the matching charcoal gray loveseat.

“It’s 3 am, and you’re just getting home. Is there any particular reason you’re out so late?”

He seemed suspiciously calm for someone who had been waiting on his wife until 3 am.

“I was just chatting with Margaret after dinner and time slipped away. I didn’t think...