The Day I Dropped My Husband at the Airport, My Eight-Year-Old Daughter Warned Me Not to Go Home. Minutes Later, I Saw Why.
Much later, Mark attempted to contact me through the correctional facility’s phone system.
I ignored the first call.
I let the second go to voicemail.
On the third, I answered.
His voice sounded flat over the recorded monitor prompt.
“Laura, I need you to listen to me.”
“I’m listening.”
“My attorney says if you submit a statement explaining the financial pressure I was under, it could impact my parole timeline down the road.”