Not quite 10 PM, Chris was curled up on the couch, a half empty beer bottle in hand, the remote control in the other as he turned and smiled, wondering why Lana had gotten home so early.  "Hey Hun, back kind of early, No?" he looked over at the clock above the t.v.  "What happened, the girls didn't do any studying did they?" he chuckled as he sat up, making room for his wife to join him on the couch. He knew the likelihood of college age women having drinks and studying was next to zero. The whole story about studying and drinks sounded super suspicious in the first place.  Something seemed off, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it, her demeanor reaked of disappointment and sadness. From far away, her eyes looked a bit red, which meant she had been drinking or crying.<br/><br/>"Everything OK?"