Robbed

She got robbed at gunpoint. If they had hurt her...I cannot even finish that sentence. But she's not hurt, physically. I hear her speak, and it's so matter-of-fact. This happened. This is how I'm dealing. End of story, we're not speaking about this anymore. And I'm so far away, and I can't see her and just know that she's ok. It's the worst thing about being far away from the people you love...the inability to just see, and just know. I hear her, and I hear that they took away her ability to feel safe and secure, and I hope the regret that these 15-year-old kids whose parents did a shitty job raising them is so deep...I hope they don't sleep and I hope they can't eat, because she doesn't and she can't. Above all, I am so grateful that she's unharmed. I'm so grateful that I will be with her in a week. I'm just so grateful.