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.

Time.

Behavior.

Mark struck the door frame again.

The wood splintered.

Evelyn stood guard, watching the street.

Then two municipal police cruisers rounded the block, running dark with their sirens off for the final approach.

A fire unit followed close behind.

Officers ordered Mark and Evelyn to step away immediately.