Only after she was found. They did let me glance at texts and calls coming in, but the questions were so fast and furious that I couldn't focus beyond making sure it was, you know, her. Their main goal is to keep you talking, because the more you talk the more likely you rattle yourself into a corner. So, no, I had no time to call or text in the hours after calling LE. It was on and there but it only had an Eighth of my focus.
You gotta understand, it's surreal. The whole world swirls around you. You say stupid pointless details over and over. Your brain is hashing out a million things, and police are hashing out a million more. There is no room for clear thought. And I pride myself on not being emotionally driven, so i expected I would have had a clearer head. I was told not to help look and I listened. You have to understand that by the time you call LE for help, you are defeated and you surrender to what they ask entirely simply because you are empty and they come in with a plan, which is more than you've got.
I remember people there, friends came as word spread, but I don't remember at the same time. It's vague. I would probably have been unbelievable to most of you, because I didn't cry until she was found. I just couldn't waste time with crying, I had to figure things out. What shocks me the most is that i would repeat seemingly meaningless details, as if LE didn't get it the first time. And then I would draw a blank on things that I really should have remembered.
It's really hard to understand until you have been in that situation, you don't react how you think you will react. My husband was right nearby and we never got to talk or reflect at all.