Here’s the thing: My life, up until that point, had been calm for the most part, with the exception of all of the hoopla surrounding the wedding, reception, and honeymoon. I was a quiet person, always followed the rules, never had a bad thing to say about anyone, and no one had anything bad to say about me (at least no one that I knew of). I, Heather Marie Merchant (soon to be Heather Marie Daniels), was the quintessential white-bread, Midwestern lady without one secret to hide, without one single, solitary skeleton in the old closet.
And, of course, all of that changed with one simple ride to the airport.
It was a Saturday morning and my hubby-to-be David asked if I would go with him to the airport to pick up his college buddy, Bob. Bob would be the first of two people (the other named
