The police station was less crowded at night. It was the main reason why Nadia decided to file the Missing Person’s report then, despite the anxiety that had been tugging endlessly at her entire being. Her husband, Abraham, had been missing for three days. Acknowledging the fact that he possessed “gifts” from as early as six-years-old, she was accustomed to him disappearing without a clue – but three days. She couldn’t coax herself any longer. All the positive thoughts disappearing along with Abraham from the forty-eighth hour that he couldn’t be reached on his mobile and none of his colleagues and friends knew his whereabouts.
When she returned from the police station that night with their daughter, Kayla, she almost stumbled at the sight of Abraham lying asleep on the sofa. Her heart felt like it would jump out of her chest as she walked slowly towards her husband. She called his name a few times but he didn’t respond. He was breathing, she could see his chest rising and falling with every calm breath he took. His hands were folded atop his head and his legs crossed at the ankle, as if he was admiring a very scenic view had he been on the beach.
“Abraham,” Nadia called again. Kayla watched her dad in puzzlement, exchanging looks with her mom. “Kayla, why don’t you go and get ready for bed? It’s late, sweetheart.” Nadia forced a soothing smile and the girl nodded. She walked upstairs and after a few seconds, Nadia heard the bedroom door closed. Nadia turned towards her husband and began calling his name again and when he still didn’t respond, she grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him violently.
“Abraham, wake up!” she hissed as she poured all her strength to shake her husband out of dreamland. Abraham opened his eyes and sat up abruptly, the impact making Nadia fell on her butt. He looked questioningly at Nadia, and asked in alarm, “What’s happening Nadia? Did someone break into our house?”
Nadia shook her head and helped herself up. She reached into her bag and pulled out the police report. Holding it up for him to see, she said, “Someone broke into our house? Look at this.”
“A police report I filed just a while ago when you went missing, Abraham,” Nadia said in dismay. Abraham looked at her, a slight terror and disbelief filled his still droopy eyes.
“I didn’t go anywhere, Nadia,” he said. “I was here all along.”
Nadia shook her head and sighed. She took a seat next to her husband and handed him the report. “You were missing for three days. I couldn’t reach your mobile. I went to your office. Nobody knew where you were. Called a few of your friends, nobody knew anything.”
Abraham felt for his pocket, searching for his cell phone. When he found it, he saw that there were three hundred missed calls, and an equal amount of texts. He shook his head in disbelief.
Nadia eyed him and despite realizing that it was a bit late, demanded an explanation.
“This is not my first time dealing with your sudden disappearance, Abraham,” she said. “But three days, that’s a bit too much for me to swallow.”
Abraham looked at his wife, noticing the fatigue possibly resulting from searching and worrying for him. He felt sorry for her. He decided to reiterate what had transpired.
**Read Part 2 here**