She was folding laundry and humming to herself when she heard a knock at the door. She put down the shirt she was folding and walked over to answer it, thinking it might be her husband with some forgotten tool he needed. But when she opened the door, she found instead a woman she didn't know, holding a small child.
"I'm so sorry to barge into your home like this, but is Rick home?" the woman asked, desperation in her voice.
The wife could see the fear in the woman's eyes, and she knew that something was wrong. She stepped back to let the woman and child inside and closed the door behind them.
"No, I'm sorry, he's not here. Do you want to come in and wait for him? Or maybe I can help you with something?"
The woman shook her head. "No, I don't think that will be possible. But thank you f
