I knew something was wrong the moment I opened the apartment door at 6pm, the usual time I got home. Every day since I arrived, Sean and Sam would come running to the door to meet me, Kathy would be in the kitchen making something-or-other, and the house would be full of sound. Now, as I walked through the apartment, there was nothing but silence.
“Kathy?” I called.
Nothing.
“Sean? Sam?” I called again.
Still not a sound.
I started to panic. I tore through the apartment looking in every room, under beds, in closets, everywhere. My frantic search ended in the boys' room, where, pinned to