An hour later the phone rings as we are getting dressed and when I look into his eyes, I begin to wonder what exactly is going on. “Who is on the phone?” I ask him softly, so I don’t interrupt him while he is talking.

Shaking his head as he frowns, he waves at me and then takes the phone into the next room. Now, I am really beginning to wonder, but instead of trying to listen in, I sit down on the bed and brush my hair. Making sure that I look perfect for tonight, I start to hear his voice get louder before he walks back in with...