Day 32
I never thought it would go on this long. No matter what happened I thought we would at least know by now. Whether dead or alive, I thought we’d have her back by now.
Next to not having her, not knowing where she is or what happened to her is the worst. It’s the losing of a child that breaks you—not just your heart, but your being—but it’s the not knowing that makes you mad.
I know I’m going insane but I also know that there’s nothing I can do about it. I can see it happening—almost as if it’s happening to someone else—but I can’t stop it.
With every day and hour and minute and second that slowly passes by, I’m faced with the cold, cruel certainty that we’re never going to know what happened.