It was, yet another long day. My phone had chirped while exiting the highway, and I had an inclination it might be you. But the timing was a bit strange. Typically, you don’t text between about 6 and 7, as you’re just getting home and usually tidying things, running errands, or in the shower. Plus, you know I’m either finishing things up at the office or in the car. I gaze behind me as I walk up the driveway. It’s mid fal...