Yesterday afternoon, driving into town, I passed a nice house on the right, which caught my eye. In the driveway were two police cars. Standing in a circle talking were three officers speaking to a nicely dressed woman, the homeowner I presumed.
In the distance, near the house was her husband, still wearing his long black coat. He was lost in a daze--or shock it appeared. I spent a good part of last night wondering what they had discovered inside their home, upon returning from work.