Chapter 202 : Are We Suspects?

*Shelby*

My craving for peanut butter was something I could not control. These babies seemed to want nothing but things slathered with a generous helping of the stuff. It was lucky for me that peanut butter was on the approved food list my doctor had given me.

The doctor had also told me to listen to my body and eat whenever I was hungry. So I was in the kitchen making myself a second serving of peanut butter toast that day when I heard the front door open.

"Michael?" I called down the hallway. I was surprised he was home so early, it was just a little past 2:00, and I didn’t expect him home until well after 5:00.

"Yeah, it's me," Michael called back to me.

There was something in his voice that told me it was not a good thing that he was home so early. I licked the peanut butter off the spoon before depositing it in the sink and heading down the hallway to find my husband.

The look on his face told me I was right. Something was very wrong.