So many people had been there to help me - Kara, my dad, Kathy and Kurt, my sister, and Doctor Barton.“Jason, do you have someone who you can call? ... friend to talk to?”“Yeah, but I need to be here for Stephie.”I remembered what Doctor Barton had told me back in January after Bethany’s accident. That was good advice then, and I thought it was good advice now.“You’re no good to her if you don’t take care of yourself.”He sighed, “I know.”“Then call someone. Have them come over to the house if you. Coming to the story, my wife had hired two maids Narzina and Ayesha. Both of them were married.Narzina had a son 7 years old and Ayesha had two daughters of age 14 and 12. Both these maids were around 35 years of age. As my job requires me to travel a lot, taking care of the house was entirely left to my wife. Whenever I am home, I tend to relax and just play with the kids.The routine was that Narzina came in the morning around 9 for washing dishes, brooming and cleaning the floor. Ayesha came. The limo passed through the gate without stopping, which I thought was a bit strange until we arrived at Caitlin's house. Parked directly across from her front door was one of the mobile television trucks from the local station. I suddenly had a totally different realization about this evening's events.As the limo pulled into the drive, a man with a camera stepped out from the front door and prepared to photograph me "arriving for my date." Once he was satisfied with the sequence of snaps, I. I was dressed and ready to go at seven. I went downstairs and found Mrs. Trinh also dressed and sipping a cup of tea in the living room. She was watching the Food Network of course.She was wearing a very smart, but conservative dress. She looked good for an older woman, and much less matronly than her usual appearance. Obviously prepared to knock Guy Fieri's socks off, I thought.The drive up to Windsor was quiet, though a little less so than normal. Mrs. Trinh was out of her shell a little bit.