“As My Husband Boarded His Flight, My Son Whispered, ‘We Can’t Go Home’—Hours Later, Two Strangers Unlocked Our Front Door With His Keys”
The fluorescent lights of Chicago O’Hare International Airport created harsh shadows across my husband’s face as I watched him prepare to board his flight to New York. It was supposed to be just another business trip—three days of meetings, the usual routine we’d repeated countless times over our eight-year marriage. Richard stood beside me in…