Foreshadowing

I'm not the most relaxed traveler in the world. I checked over my lists at least twenty times to make sure I hadn't forgotten anything, rolled my clothes up into my carry-on and finally called myself done. I was ready for the Malice Domestic conference.

I've written all kinds of details down for my husband—where I'm going to be, where the kids will be (they were coming and going over the weekend), etc.

My husband suddenly made a face. "What's wrong?" I asked.

"I don't know. I just...