Episode 133 Discovery

Just as I got to the end of the hall, I heard a sound that sent my heart into my throat.  What was it?  Clicking? Soft smacking? I could almost recognize it, but not quite. It sounded familiar, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.  I stood there for a moment, trying to breath, and to calm my runaway heartbeat.
Finally, I pressed my body against the wall in the hall, stretched my neck so that as little as possible of me would be visible as I spied into the living room.  My pounding heart froze and lept from my throat into my mouth.  For a moment, I forgot how to breath.
After what felt like an eternity, I was able to peel myself from the wall and stumble back to my bedroom.
In shock, I climbed into bed, pulled the covers over my head, and wept.
How could I have just seen that?  Surely, this was a bad dream. 
Somehow, I knew it wasn’t.  I spent the next hours trying to get the image of Dad and Ella’s mom standing in our doorway, his arms around her waist, hers around his neck, smiling into each others eyes and occasionally kissing, out of my head.  It refused to budge.