11 Tasha
She’s only been gone a few hours but it feels like years. There’s a bizarre disconnect: some things seem to be moving at a million miles an hour while others drag painfully. My head won’t stop spinning. The thoughts are flying through my head as if being fired from a machine gun. The police keep asking questions, confirming things, wanting to know more. What does it matter who her friends are at school? Why do they need to know about extended family? If they’d just get out there and look for her, they’d find her. She can’t have gone far.
The pain is indescribable. All that time trying, the failed IVF, being told we would probably never have children. I wonder if that makes it even worse now, knowing that she’s missing. We thought it was a miracle when we found out we were pregna
