<p><br></p><p>Day one
</p><p>It started out like any other day. Today for some reason, felt different. I know it wasn’t because my clothes were littered on the floor. I have always had a habit of being a little bit messy when William is out of town. After my shower, I went to the kitchen to prepare something for our kids, Vanessa and Corey but the usual bickering I would have heard on a busy Wednesday was gone so I took a quick detour to their bedrooms and found them both asleep and then it got me, today was Saturday. The kids always overslept during the weekend. One would think that for teenagers, they would want to just spend their weekends with their friends but no, not my kids, they are just weird like it.
</p><p>The last time I spoke to William was in the early hours of this morning, before his flight took off. He had promised me so many times about how he would reduce his the way he travels and just spend time with me and the kids but as the years have gone by, I can see his work reeling him in. I miss him so much. I miss the way the whole room changes when he walks in and how he looks at me when we make love. It’s been a while we had that. I wear my sneakers and head out my usual morning jog. I set my timer for one hour, hopefully, I will be back before the kids are awake. I know I am going a bit late but I just don’t feel like myself today. I listen to my radio channel as I run a few blocks from my house. Though the radio station is playing random songs It doesn’t distract me from the thoughts in my head. “why hasn’t William called me just yet?” Just thirty minutes into my jog I am interrupted by a news update.
</p><p>“Good day everyone, we interrupt your day to inform you that Queen Airlines which took off at 3am the never landed. It crashed mid air and so far there is yet to be any report of any survivor. All 303 passenger are reported to be missing if not dead.</p><p>At that point, I paused, my legs froze and my heart felt it was beating faster than it normally would. I put my hand in my pocket to get to my phone but I realize that I left it at home. I run home immediately with all the speed in me. I needed to get home, I needed to call William. As I rush in, I can see my kids in the kitchen. Vanessa buried her hands in her face and Benjamin pressing his phone frantically. My daughter rushes to hug me as I walk in. I get a closer look at her face now, it was red and her eyes were already sour. I look at my son as I embrace her and though he was not crying, he had a kind of fear in his eyes that I have never seen before.
</p><p>“Mum…they are saying dad’s flight…cra…shed” she mutter
</p><p>“Th...ey are say…ing daddy is de…ad” she said again.
</p><p>I could not say a word. I simply pulled her away from me and head to my phone. I need to call William and I did, fifteen times non stop but his number was not available. The first update I get in my phone when I put on my data is how Queen Airlines have crashed amid air and how there are no survivors. It only angered me more.
</p><p>I put on the television and the first thing I see is how the airplane blows up in the air. I drop to the ground, my legs could no longer support me. My son runs to hold me</p><p>I look at my children, standing at a corner of the kitchen. My daughter yelling and my son, just standing beside me, looking at me.</p><p>“Get your jackets, we are going to the airport”. I said shortly before I walk to my room to get changed.
</p><p>I come downstairs with a rumpled blue top and a pair of white jeans. I pick my flip flops. I can see my kids wiring for me at the entrance. We all enter the car and I drive off to the airport. I put off the radio, the last thing I need to do is frighten the children more. Just before we get to the entrance of the airport, I can already see so much security. I know it’s too keep the crowd from coming in but to be honest, they would need more than a few armed men from stopping to enter this place. I park my car at the entrance. My kids and I get out of the car as we struggle to find out way amongst the crowd.
</p><p>“My daughter was on that flight. Where is she? ” I hear a woman beside me wailing.
</p><p>“ Why the fuck won’t you let me enter?” A man asked
</p><p>As he tried to push himself in but one of the security held him back. A woman finally came out of the airport to address the crowd.
</p><p>“Please I need you all to be patient. We are working diligently to get the names of everyone who were scheduled to travel with Queens airline. Please if you have a relative who boarded the plane, write out your names one by one.”
</p><p>“What the fuck does that mean?” Another man asked.
</p><p>“How can you not know who booked that airline? My wife is on it.”
</p><p>“Let me through!”
</p><p>I finally speak.
</p><p>“My husband was in that airline.”
</p><p>“Ma’am please write out your name.” She said as walked back inside.
</p><p>“ You don’t understand, my husband is William Bryne.” I said.
</p><p>I thought she did not hear me until she stopped and looked at me again. She whispered something to the security and walked away.
</p><p>I tried to get her attention once again but it was futile, she simply ignored me. Just as I was about to give up, a woman came up behind me and whispered to me
</p><p>“follow me Mrs Bryne.” I will get you inside.”
</p><p>I looked at her but I didn’t recognize her but I wasn’t going to question it too much. I quietly followed her away from the uncontrollable crowd. She led me and my children to a back door where there Miss. Phillip was waiting for me.
</p><p>“I am sorry about that ma’am but I could not think of any other way of getting you out of that cro…”
</p><p>“I need to know about my husband!” I interrupted her.
</p><p>“where is he? Is he okay?”
</p><p>I tried as much as I could to not sound hysterical but I think she knew immediately that I was pretending. She looked at me as though she was confused and worried at the same time.
</p><p>“ma’am calm down!” she said to me.
</p><p>“I checked our records and Mr. Bryne never boarded Queen’s airlines or any flight yesterday for that matter.”
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