furious — and ready for a fight!I’d been away on a business trip for a week, and let me tell you, I was itching to get home. My boys, Tommy and Alex, were probably bouncing off the walls waiting for me.I mean, a week is practically forever when you’re 6 and 8. And Mark? Well, I figured he’d be glad to hand the reins back to me.

He’s a great dad, don’t get me wrong, but he’s always been more of the fun parent than the responsible one. As I pulled into our driveway at midnight, I couldn’t help but grin. The house was dark and quiet, just as it should be at this ungodly hour. I grabbed my suitcase and tiptoed to the front door, keys jingling softly in my hand.The lock clicked open, and I stepped inside, ready to collapse into bed. But something was… wrong. My foot hit something soft, and I froze. Heart pounding, I fumbled for the light switch. When the hall lit up, I almost screamed.