Tracey says that fateful night started out innocently. She and her husband, Roby, and their children had just come back from a camping trip and were celebrating Labor Day at a friend's barbecue. "You know, I was with the moms, and kids were swimming in the pool, and it was a very nice kind of family thing," she says.
Tracey explains that, in her relationship with her husband, she almost never drives and didn't think anything of having a couple of glasses of wine during the evening. However, at the end of the evening, Tracey says Roby told her that he'd had too much to drink and wasn't able to drive home. "My first instinct was, 'Well, I'm not going to drive,'" Tracey says. "Because the truth is, and this is something that people will look at with skepticism, and I understand that, but the truth is that I am not a person who drinks and drives. But that night these circumstances came about and he said, 'I want you to drive.' And I said no. And he convinced me. He said, 'It's okay. You've only had a couple glasses. There's no way that I can drive.' … I didn't listen to my inner voice that night."