My husband told me he had to work the entire weekend. Then his boss called, asking why he hadn’t shown up. So I took his credit card.
The phone rang on Saturday afternoon while I was picking up Legos from the disaster my children proudly called the “living room.”
“Hello?”
“Mrs. Parker? This is Brian Collins, Daniel’s boss.”
“Oh, hi, Brian. Is everything okay?”
“Sorry to bother you, but I need to reach Daniel. He didn’t come in yesterday or today, and he isn’t answering his phone. Is he sick?”
I froze with a Lego piece still pinched between my fingers.
Wait. What do you mean he didn’t come in? He left Friday morning saying he had to work the WHOLE weekend.
There was a horrible pause.
“Ma’am… there isn’t any urgent project. Actually, everyone left early on Friday.”
Something inside me shut off.
