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After my husband, Victor Hughes, got drunk, he slumped into the passenger seat, squinted at me, and asked, "Designated driver?" I didn't answer. I leaned over to fasten his seatbelt. He let out a hiccup and mumbled, "Go to Rosewood Residences, Building B, Unit 1702." My hands paused. Rosewood Residences wasn't our address. We lived in Bluewater Bay.