After spending a week away on a business trip, all I could think about was getting home to my kids, Tommy and Alex. My husband Mark had assured me everything would be fine in my absence, but as the car pulled into the driveway at midnight, a sense of unease washed over me.
The house was dark and too quiet, especially considering Mark’s tendency to let things get chaotic. I grabbed my suitcase and headed for the door, eager to collapse into bed. What greeted me on the other side of the door, however, was far from the peaceful homecoming I expected.
I opened the door to find Tommy and Alex sprawled out on the cold, hard floor of the hallway, fast asleep.