After my daughter left on her business trip, my grandson gripped my hand and whispered, “Grandma… don’t go home. I heard Mom planning something against us this morning.” My heart froze but I trusted him. We ran into hiding… and that’s when everything truly began.
I never imagined that at seventy years old I would feel the same kind of dread I once knew in my youth. That morning, I drove my daughter, Caroline, to the airport for her business trip. My seven-year-old grandson, Ethan, clung to my hand the entire time. His little face looked ghostly, his nerves frayed, … Read more