Today I am thankful for the calvary being on time.
I'll make this quick because I'm doing a lot of work.
My 23 year old daughter went missing. Her ex called freaking out that she never came home last night.
He wasn't concerned. He seemed jealous.
That's what scared me.
I wondered if he had beat her. Her father took her out to a game and I thought maybe her ex was jealous. He gets weird when she leaves the house.
So, I called the cops. She wasn't in jail.
My ex called her friends and family. She wasn't there.
Her father went through her Facebook list.
I called the hospitals.
We couldn't find her.
Only after posting a message on her Facebook wall, did she finally call me.
She was okay.
While I was on the phone with her, my ex called the police to tell them that she had been found.
The cops said they'd check on her.
Apparently, they sent three squad cars to her apartment and heard a commotion inside.
Her ex was there throwing her around.
They arrested him.
There are days when I think detective work is more of an art than a science.
I'm sure grateful for that small town police department today. Someone knew exactly what to do.
Wow...
We're lucky.
Love ya,
S.