I just got a call from my ex-husband. It went something like this:
"Just got a call from the police department, they pulled some guy over with the green van".
"Oh?"
"Yea, Emily drove the green van home last night"
"OH!!?"
"She's not answering her phone"
my heart stopped beating at this time as I recalled all the horror stories in the news.....
"Did the policeman say Emily was in the van?"
"No, but the guy got pulled over for drinking"
"oh..."
"Do you know some guy named Jacob?"
"no.." words have never failed me so much in my life....I'm dizzy just thinking about it...
"I have to run down there"
"Ask the cops if the guy knows where Emily is?"
"Don't freak out! I'm sure nothings wrong"
"okay..." I'm trying to figure out how to get to Emily's house without a car....."i'll call Emily"
"okay, I'll call the cops again and ask if the guy knows where Emily is"
"okay"
I'm writing this through ragged breaths as relief floods over me because my daughter Emily just answered her phone. She is safe. The van is gone. She is safe. She just woke up. She is safe and she is home and I am writing this because I have too....because I am so relieved.