It was a hot summer night in August, and the kids had been dropped off at their grandparents house a few hours before. Logan looked across the room at his wife Anna, her brown hair tied up in a messy bun, a few stray locks draped across her freckled face and hazel eyes. She was nursing one of the margaritas he had prepared for them, her favorite way to cool down on a hot night. With no plans to go out for the evening, she...