Brownie was living the life most men would have admired. He had his lucrative profession, his wonderful wife, his beautiful daughter, a modest home on a hill in a valley where every morning they awakened to see the sun-lite Rockies in all their glory. And every morning he thanked God for his good fortune. But things were not as they appeared.
The day started as normal. Both he and his wife had fulfilled their respective obligations for the day, had finished dinner and had just taken their coffee to the veranda when Brownie's cell chirped. Unknown. Absentmindedly, he answered. Their lives would never be the same.
