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JADE

My routine has been the same for the next few days. I woke up, worry about Ray. Speak with atlas about her, ask if there is anything new, he says no, and I worry some more. I eat my meals in silence while he watches because I need to it. For the baby. Is what he tells me when I say no, I’m not hungry. I’m always not hungry.

Then in the night, after he come back from work, we’ll eat together and then cuddle, then sleep. I spend all my time while he is gone worrying about Ray. Coming with different scenarios of where she could be and what must have happened to her. It usually ended badly.

On the third day, I was sitting by the window and staring out of it, imagining how I would feel if I saw Ray walking through it. I’ve imagined this scenario a million times now that it didn’t even excite me as much. I couldn’t lie to myself and say it could happen. It is looking more and more impossible as the days go by.

I had tried to stay positive. The first few days. But after seeing how they