When my son Shane was about 3, he and I were standing in the kitchen preparing lunch. I stayed home at this time and his father worked days.

Suddenly, we heard a man’s voice say, “SHANE”. We both looked each other, and he ran to the front door, shouting “Daddy!”

I went with him, thinking maybe his dad had come home way early from work. There was no one there or anywhere else in or around the house.