Jack
When I realized Hana was gone, finding her coat and purse in some fucking trash bin down the street from Dr. Levin’s office, I was ready to murder anyone in sight. I called Jessica and she tried to talk me down—but how could I calm down? My fucking pregnant wife was missing and I had no idea where she was. Was she with Emily? With Billie? With fucking Michael? There was no way she was back with Michael. She knew how much that would hurt me. She didn’t want to go back to him anyway—she had the perfect fucking life with me and I knew she wouldn’t deny that. She might not have liked making that sex video for Michael, but that didn’t stop her from coming on camera multiple times. She was my dirty fucking wife and she loved it. Would Michael ever do anything like that? No, he was too much of a coward. I would be shocked if she was with him.
Then a thought occurred to me: What if she wasn’t with him by choice? What if Emily and Michael took her the way they took her from me all those weeks ago? By surprise and by guilting her into going back to Michael, confusing her and making her believe she didn’t love me.
There had to be someone I could reach out to that knew where she was. Emily, Billie…I’d even try her parents. And I knew if she had a way to contact me, she would. I refused to believe she had gone somewhere willingly without telling me. Hana just wouldn’t do that to me, not now, not after all we’d been through. I wasn’t going to sit idly by and wait, though—I would stop at nothing to find my wife.
I pulled out my phone and dialed 911.