Sitting in the Americus, Georgia, Hampton Inn, Peter asked me: “What do you think we should do?” But he already knew, and so did I. I got up from the bed, walked across the room to where he was sitting at the desk, hugged him, and said, “Let’s go home, love.” I felt incredibly guilty, but I knew what was coming, and I couldn’t help but be a little bit happy for the life we were getting to return to.
