That evening, I returned home, as usual, and headed straight into the kitchen. My husband followed me in, suddenly wrapping his arms around my waist. He rested his head on my shoulder and said, "Honey, I invited a friend over for dinner tonight. Could you make a few extra dishes?"

My husband rarely invited people over, so I assumed it must be Grant and his family, longtime friends of ours.

"Is it Grant's family? It's been a while since they've come over. I miss ...