When my husband Thomas said he was heading on a church camping trip, I didn’t question it. He was beloved in our community — a Bible study leader, devoted father, and the man who never missed Sunday service, no matter what. I helped him pack, proud of the example he was setting for our children. But everything changed the day I stepped into our garage and saw all the gear I packed — still untouched.
Tent, boots, sleeping bag — all neatly stacked and unused. Something didn’t add up.
