I did. I knew all too well. Sharon was a domineering woman, accustomed to her world operating exactly as she wished.

The car sped along the highway, the landscape a bleak, monotonous canvas of white. The winter had been harsh in Wisconsin, with snow piled high on the shoulders of the road. I shivered, despite the heater blasting on high. A strange, sharp twinge in my stomach made me catch my breath.