Think of the torture. She's incommunicado. Your mind is racing. Where is she? What might have happened? Should we call BL's family and see if they know something? How about her friends? Should we call her friends? Are we being pains in the *advertiser censored*? She's 22. Did she call Grandpa? Maybe we should wait. Of course. Well, let's just call the Laundries...at least that. OK. No answer. No call back. Did you leave a message? Of course, I did. How about his sister? No answer.
According to this missing person report, the Petitos went through this kind of torture for 12 days before they reported their daughter missing. 12 days of terror, worry, silence where there should have been some kind of answer. Then, you learn from strangers only one of the pair returned home in your daughter's vehicle. No daughter.
We should all take a few moments to let that sink in. We may be in the calm eye of a storm of speculation, suppositions, fragments of facts - but the reality of an ever present, chatty, accessible daughter gone missing is a sobering, irrevocable, heart rending fact. Sadly, there are thousands of families suffering this same truth.
When I see this report, I see the decisive moment when grief achieves it's summit upon a mountain of fear, longing and unanswered questions. I feel so utterly awful for the Petitos.