I met her at the spot where she normally parked her car and opened the door. “What happened?”
She stood up and wrapped her arms around me tightly.
“Amy, what’s wrong?”
“I think we need to go inside and talk about it.” She never moved her head up to look at me. I was more than concerned considering the way she was clung to my chest.
I grabbed her purse and followed her into the house.
My sister had both of the boys in high chairs and was feeding them. “How come you’re home so early?”
Amy sat down at the table and put her head down. I looked over at my sister and she seemed just as concerned as I did. I knew her driving to work was a bad idea. Her going to work at all was a bad idea.
“I don’t even know how to explain this. There is so much that I don’t know. Heather didn’t even know all the details.”
