It was just a normal Tuesday. Another day at the office, I'm listening to Spotify, rushing home in my car. I'm so ready to get out of these clothes. I pull in, and step out onto the gravel, and as the land crunches beneath me, I sprint to the door. I can see through the window that it's dark, with some flickering, which feels weird. Was my husband home? He usually is on a Tuesday at 5:30. When I open the door, I notice th...