Twenty-six years ago

The bell on the front door of the motel’s office jingled as the door opened, and frigid air and blowing snow entered with Daniel.

“Annie, what are you doing?”

I looked from my husband to the telephone in my hand. “Where have you been?”

“Come back to the room.”

“No, I’m going home.”

His features changed from curious to stern before me. “I said come back to the room.”

My gaze went to ...