Kenna has been inconsolable. I’m not much better. We’ve gone out every day, flying as long as Kenna can before resting at night. There’s no sign of her. Through the bond, I have moments where I can feel her for a short period of time. That is usually followed by pain and anger before the tether to the bond weakens, and I lose it again.
It’s making me crazy. I know Troy is hurting her. I know she and my son are at risk, but I can’t find her. The only thing keeping me sane is that I know she’s alive.
I would never have guessed that I’d appreciate Avani and his help, but he’s been great. He helps to calm Kenna when she starts to get out of control and he is there, quietly letting us grieve, helping us to search every day.
It’s later than usual this morning when we get up. We were out late
