Comments Warned Me Not to Go Home, Explosion Awaited

I was at the farmers' market picking out crabs when my husband Russ, who was supposed to be at work, suddenly sent me a voice message. "Honey, hurry home. I rushed out this morning and I think I left the gas on!" "Little Bo is still home sleeping. I'm scared something will happen, get back there and check!" My stomach clenched. I dropped the bag and was about to rush out when a row of warning cues suddenly flashed before my eyes.