She was looking forward to when the boy would leave for the rest of the summer, more than she had been any other year. But the woman instinctively knew things would end up horribly wrong. It was in the way she felt a cold lump in her stomach that wouldn’t go away; the chill that raced up her spine; the way her throat would close up without reason. It was a primal fear, not that the pampered housewife knew that. She just knew she didn’t like it, and she didn’t know the cause of it.