Just a normal day at first. It was just a normal day. You know, one of those days that end up melting into all the others around it. Not significant.

The most cliche day to start a story on.

Of course.

How could you have it any other way?

So that’s when this story starts. On one of “those” days.

And do you want to know how it happened? An email. Because a phone call just would have been too cliche to handle.

So she walked through the door. Hung up her coat, slid off her shoes, threw her purse and keys on the table. Went to the computer. Checked her email. And there it was. The beginning, even though she didn’t know it, the beginning.

The beginning, the very cliche beginning, of the story I am about to tell you.

Sit back, buckle up, make sure all carry-ons are stored in the safety compartments beneath your seat, keep all hands and arms inside the vehicle at all times, and get ready. It’s a long ride.