Day 3

Not being able to hear her voice or even a text telling me she's okay.
That is torture for me.
I'm going slightly insane with worry.
But I hold on to the last vestiges of my sanity.
I have to be strong. Mentally stronger than anyone else now.
I have to stop imagining things.
Pull myself together in this emotional maelstrom.
Keep it together.
She'll be out soon.
Then she'll know and appreciate.