“Babe, I think I left my passport at home,” Dereck announced just minutes before our anniversary flight. I stared at him in disbelief. We’d spent six months planning this vacation, and our plane was leaving shortly. I suggested calling my mother, Vivienne, who lived ten minutes from our house.
She could check his bedside drawer. But Dereck immediately objected. “No, Sheila. I’ll handle it myself.” His strange reaction made me suspicious, but I called Mom anyway. Twenty minutes later, she called back, whispering urgently.“Honey, he set you up! Come home now!” Click continue reading below.
