With absolutely no energy, I pulled myself out of the car, dragged myself in the store, anxiously awaiting hugs from my cute little niece and nephews. I searched. No cute kids. I walked back outside. No Jodi, no Brooklyn, no Brigham and no little Talmage.
I was so confused.
Then, much to my dismay, out walked a cute little old grandpa. He clicked the button on his keys. He climbed in the car. Then he backed out and drove away.
I stood there. Frozen. Sick. Stuck in awe and disbelief.
I was positive it was my sister. I was so beyond excited to see her and the kiddos. Instead, disappointment and heartache filled my heart.
I would have thought I was hallucinating but what are the odds... Same van. Same color. Same handyman plate. Our same favorite store.