On the Way to a Family Reunion I Suddenly Knew Something Was Wrong and Told My Husband to Turn Around

drained from my face and my hands had gone cold in my lap.

Mark glanced over at me, confused, then looked back at the road. “Evelyn, what is it?”

“Please,” I said, softer this time, then louder again. “Turn us around right now.”

Thirty-eight years of marriage had taught him the difference between ordinary upset and real fear. He did not argue, did not continue reading …