“Our daughter is in the emergency room. She fell off the riding lawnmower. I need you to come down there,” he said through the back door. I unlocked the door and turned to grab my purse and shoes.
But it was just a ruse to get in, because the next thing he said was, “I spoke to a priest today, and he said it is wrong for you to divorce me.” He pulled his .45 from behind his ba...