It was a regular day until my son, Luke, called, frantic about his mom’s screams and strange voices at home.
Worried sick, I rushed back, dialing my wife Nikkie, but no answer. Concerned, I called 911, fearing the worst.
Arriving home, cops weren’t there yet. Imagining the worst scenarios, I wished for something to defend us.
With no weapon, I barged into the room to find Nikkie’s sister Diana, having a rendezvous with strangers. Nikkie’s shock was evident, and Diana nonchalantly claimed it was just a bit of “fun.”
Apparently, Nikkie had given Diana a spare key, unaware of her sister’s secret escapades. This time, Luke returned early from school, feeling unwell, leading to the chaos. Apologizing profusely to the cops, it took hours to sort things out.
I found Luke safe with Nikkie, relieved that he was unharmed. It was a shocking discovery, but at least everyone was safe.
From now on, spare keys are under lock and key, and unexpected guests will have a harder time crashing our family space.