It’s not like my father to fail to report his location for almost 24 hours. For as long as I’ve known, he and my mother would always be in communication, whether by phone or messaging. My mother would always know where he is.
As of now, he hasn’t done either of those. My mother is frantic — she is legitimately worried that something has happened to him. I keep imagining the worst.
Yesterday, he had told us, at the dinner table, something bad was going to happen Friday. I fear, whatever this “bad thing” is, has just started.
My mother is calling my name right now, she says someone called about father. She says he is currently in a facility that has no reception, so he hasn’t been able to contact us. The relief in my mother’s voice is obvious, but for some reason, I don’t think my father is alive anymore.