~LYDIA

SEVERAL YEARS AGO

The doorbell rang, and my heart skipped happily. My husband must be the one at the door, probably slightly drunk for him to have rang for doorbell rather than coming inside directly.

That was expected though. His company dinner was today, and Joey must have had a good time for him to be drunk.

Drunk or not, I was happy that he was home. I hummed as I made my way to the front door, and by the time I pulled it open, there was a wide smile on my face.

Rhe smile faded ...