My mother’s house comes into view. I find it odd that no vehicles are in the driveway. Mom knew I’d be here for dinner, and it’s 5:30 p.m. That’s weird. I shoot Mom a text before I exit my parked truck.

Me: I’m here. where are you?

I decide to carry my bags inside while waiting for Mom’s reply. The house is dark. I turn on a light as I walk through the kitchen and upstairs to my room. I hang my suit in the closet and place my duffle on the bed. A stuffed toy lays ...