I left work a little early Tuesday, knowing my daughter had come home from college for the summer, and was expected that morning. She had a key of course, but was coming home to an empty house; Lisa, my wife, was away on business. I hadn’t seen Maggie for some months, and was anxious to hear about how her life was going, and didn’t want her to be alone when she came home. When I let myself in I didn’t see her around; I knew she was there, her car was in the driveway, and some of her stuff was in the doorway, more in the living room. I didn’t…