When I look back now, I should have seen the signs much sooner than I did. I have always been a trusting sort of person. Sometimes to a fault. And this time was certainly a prime example of that. There were many glaring incidents over the last seven months that I ignored or dismissed as coincidence. I completely ignored so many little clues that should have at least made me curious.
When my father took his yearly one week hunting trip last October, my wife Fiona suddenly announced that she was taking a “get away” trip with some girlfriends to Las Vegas. I thought that it was odd that I saw Dad’s best friend Rick two days after he left on his hunting trip. Rick has always accompanied Dad on all of his previous trips. I just figured that perhaps they had a falling out of some sorts.
Weeks
