this morning #1547.
this morning, after spending the entire evening lying awake awaiting his return, i’d exhausted what few options i actually had. when 11pm came & he still hadn’t come back to the hotel, i sent a couple texts. no response. at midnight, i tried calling. twice. thrice. it just rang & rang. since he was supposed to be meeting with his attorney, i tried calling him. voicemail. i kicked myself for not asking him where they were meeting. i kept texting. calling. as the sun began to rise, my pacing turned to panic. something had obviously gone wrong. he hadn’t fixed things at all & those psychos had come back to finish the job. just before the kids woke up, i called 911. reported him missing. decided to rely on prayer.