My husband, Colin Harlow, was in such a rush to celebrate his childhood sweetheart Brianna Shaw's birthday that he locked the walk-in freezer and left without checking inside. I didn't find out until I got home from work. His mother had been showing mine around the freezer. They'd been trapped in there for 6 hours. By the time the police got them out, his mother was dead. Mine was rushed to the ER. I called Colin from outside the emergency room. His phone was off. I tried every one of his friends. Not one believed me. "Colin's on a 6-day beach vacation with Brianna. You're making this up so we'll drag him home, aren't you?" "Forget it. Brianna turned his phone off for the whole 6 days to keep you from interrupting their vacation. Nobody can reach him." In our 3 years of marriage, Colin had always put Brianna first. I'd cried. I'd fought. All I got was a reputation as the crazy wife among his friends. And he'd only let Brianna get away with more. I hung up and stopped trying to reach him. He could come home in 6 days. He'd still make it for his mother's funeral.