“Jordan, did we get everything out of the car?” I yell to him in the next room when I notice a small bag is missing.

The bag with my undergarments in it of course. It was sitting by the side of the bed in the hotel this morning after I packed it. I could have sworn I looked everywhere and double checked everything. I didn’t see it sitting there where I put it before we went down to breakfast.

Hearing my phone ring, I take it out of my pocket, and it slips right out of my hand and onto the floor. The sound it makes, tells me one thing,...