I pulled into the driveway and froze. My kids were sitting on the porch, suitcases at their feet, eyes full of confusion.“What’s going on?” I asked, rushing over.jake, only ten, looked at me nervously. “You told us to,” he whispered.“Told you what?” My heart pounded.He handed me his phone. The message read: This is your mom. Pack your bags and wait outside. Dad is coming to get you.
