Where the hell is Brandon?
It's ten in the morning, and he is nowhere to be found. I want to shout the words in frustration, but I can’t, at least not in front of the kids. I glanced at my watch again, growing increasingly impatient. Brandon's absence is causing me to worry, as he's never been this late before. I quickly brainstorm possible reasons for his delay, hoping that he's simply caught in traffic or facing a minor inconvenience.
I can’t remember how many times I have tried calling, but he hasn’t replied once. As I anxiously tap my foot, I consider the possibility that his phone might be dead or that he accidentally left it at home. The knot in my stomach tightens as I wonder if something more serious could be preventing him from answering. I tried one more time just in case he
