She wasn’t the one neither was it Martin but one of the officers. “Good morning sir.” I greeted, but wondered why he would be standing at my door post this moment. They come around to see Karen at times, but not when she is not at home. I remembered a time when I was little, an officer came to visit because someone was murdered in town. “I believe I’m speaking to Karen's son?” He asked. “Yes it is.” I replied then noticed his saddened countenance. “Is there a problem sir?” I asked as he looked down to the floor. “I’m sorry but your mother Karen couldn’t make it.” he replied then lifted his face at me. Those words he said, brought back the memories of the terrible dream I had as I was grieved because I told her it was not safe. “She wrote this down and asked that I deliver it to yo