I drove my husband to the airport on a Thursday night. I thought it was just another business trip

I drove my husband to the airport on a Thursday night. I thought it was just another business trip, but as I was about to start the car to head back, my six-year-old son grabbed my arm so hard that his little nails dug into my skin. He whispered, his eyes wide with terror, "Mom, don't go back home, please. This morning I heard Daddy on the phone. He's going to do something really bad to us." I felt the blood freeze in my veins. And that was where it all began.