White Picket Fence, Chapter 1
Chapter 1: Across the Lawn I wasn’t even supposed to be home that night. I was supposed to be half a country away. In hindsight, I suppose it was fate that brought me to my bedroom balcony. But at the time, fate felt a lot more like, I don’t know… insecurity? I had a four day conference in Opal County. You wouldn’t think an accounting conference for operations executives would be the liveliest place. Neither did I. But it turns out, all that drinking and rowdiness was too much for me. Besides, I missed my husband Pete. So I came home a day early. I thought I’d surprise him. I parked the car just outside the garage in our long cobblestone driveway. The house was dark; not a soul in sight. I tiptoed down the …