I Waited four Hours for My six Children to Arrive for My 60th, but the House Stayed Quiet… Until a Police Officer Handed Me a Note That Froze My Heart

He held out a folded note. « This is for you. »

My name was on it. The handwriting was familiar enough to make my hands go numb. Grant. I unfolded it right there, under the porch light.

Mom, don’t call anyone. Don’t ask questions. Just listen to him and get in the car.

For a second, I couldn’t breathe. Grant was my wild one. The one I worried about when my phone rang late.