Hours pass. I busy myself playing in the back yard with Libby and McGee until storms threaten. Inside we play with building blocks and read several books. At 7:00 p.m. Alma encourages me to shoot a text requesting an update. I decide to send a group text in hopes that one of my friends has a moment to let me know if there is any update.

Me: Anxious to hear if you have an update

Moments pass. I force the fear that attempts to overtake me back to the pit of my stomach. I ask ...