“Mary, get ready. We’re leaving.”
“Where are we going?”
He did not even look at me.
“You’ll find out on the way.”
I laughed.
“Robert, we’re nearly eighty years old. We’re a little too old to start kidnapping each other.”
He did not laugh. That was the first thing that worried me.
The truth was, our family had already been acting strangely for the past few weeks.
Our three children—David, Emily, and Michael—used to call us almost every day. But lately, their calls had become shorter.
Whenever I asked what was going on, they said they were simply busy.
A few times, I had caught Robert speaking to them quietly on the phone. The moment I walked into the room, he ended the call. Even my granddaughter had accidentally said something strange.
“Grandma, Dad said we still aren’t supposed to tell you.”
When I asked what she meant, she immediately changed the subject.
