I was drunk by the time I got off the plane. I gave Scottie a hug and kiss after debarking and thanked him for the information. Bottom line, I want to believe it, but I just can't bring myself to do it.

Full speed ahead with the plans till I have proof.

I shouldn't have drove, but I did. I parked crooked in the garage although it looked straight to me.

Stumbling upstairs dragging my roller board behind me, I made a racket. Stephen came out of his room.

'Mom, let me help.'

He took hold of my bag and put an arm around me to steady me and led...