“Mom, I’m home!” Luke closed the front door. Something smelled good, as usual. Onion with a hint of garlic, poultry, gravy… Turkey?
He took off his shoes, noting the extra pair. The priesthood candidate was still here. Good thing he had warned Kate. She was so going to dislike dinner tonight if he stuck around.
Oh shit. Turkey. I wonder if she will be okay with it now… Considering…
But at least it would be tasty, that he was sure of.
He and Kate could always eat out if turkey was a no-go. He’d deal with the wrath of his mom later. Nah. She’d understand.
Luke walked into the living room and spotted his mom lying on the couch, seemingly sleeping. “Mom?” With a few long strides, he crossed the room and knelt next to her, shaking her shoulder. Something was off.
Why would she nap with company over? Her body was warm. Bringing his index and middle finger to her neck, he felt for a pulse. It was present but weak.
Where was that priest dude? Had he gone out for help?
Luke knew he had to call an ambulance. Digging into his pant pocket, he retrieved his phone and dialed 9-1, but the device started ringing before he could press the last 1.
Caller ID read Kate.
He was about to swipe and answer when something smashed against the back of his head.
Darkness enveloped him as the ringtone faded away.