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CASEY

I expected to be interviewed all day today, but they’ve left me alone in my cell. The time ticking by is ramping up my anxiety. If there were something to distract me, it would be easier. But in lockdown there’s no TV, no radio, no books.

I spend a lot of time praying, and I force my mind to focus on gratitude. As Dylan was the first to point out to me, if I look for God, I’ll see where he’s working.

I’m thankful for the six-inch mattress on the metal bench bolted to the floor, and the blanket they’ve issued me. I’m thankful for the ill-fitting socks and the fact that I can pull my arms inside my jumpsuit and keep them warm. I’m thankful that they allowed me to shower this morning, and that the nurse practitioner looked at the wound that’s healing on my shoulder and took out the stitches Dex sewed into me when he patched me up and gave me antibiotics. I’m thankful that Dylan is working in freedom to help find Keegan.

I’m thankful that the guards have been kind, that one of them stood guard when I showered, that no one else has been allowed near me. I’m thankful that one of them said she remembers my father, and that he deserved better than he got.

I’m thankful that they’ve allowed me to call and talk to my mom and Hannah. I’m thankful that they’re in a safe house where Keegan can’t get to them.

And as I doze into a light sleep, I thank God most of all for Dylan. I know he’s working behind the scenes to help me. I feel safe in this place, no longer burdened by my load.

Yes, time ticks slowly, but I trust that resolutions will come soon enough.