Prologue
What do you do when your perfect life is shattered in an instant?
A year ago, I got the knock at the door that every person fears. It was a rainy Sunday morning and I was lounging around, still in pajamas, waiting for my husband, Ricky, to get home so we could have breakfast. I remember letting out a frustrated sigh when the knock came at the door, angered because I was reading, and things were getting good. I’d bookmarked the page on my k****e, then threw my fuzzy blanket off and stormed to the door, ready to give someone hell for coming to my house so early on a Sunday.
When I opened the door, my rebuff froze at the sight of a policeman on my front porch.
I crossed my arms, hugging them to myself instinctually in defense, as if I already knew I didn’t want to hear what he ha
