Oh my...
My heart goes out to you.
It's 6 p.m. here in Okinawa; my kids are eating dinner, I've got cookies in the oven, and a lump in my chest. My face is burning. I sent an e-mail to him saying I just need two words: "I'm safe." I pray to hear them from him in a few hours. He usually calls after our 2-year-old and 3-month-old go to bed. The 3-month-old he's never met.