I knew right away that something was amiss. There was a sense of unease and a stiffness to the hug she gave me when she came through our front door that Sunday afternoon as she returned from her 10th high school reunion. Her light blonde hair was bound in a ponytail and the late afternoon sunlight pouring into our living room bounced off her porcelain-white skin. She wore no makeup. She almost never did during the daytime...