Chapter 17
July 14, 2019
Dear Job,
It’s been ten days since your mom and I found out that you and your team have been captured by the terrorists you were hunting. Your mom is amazing. She’s cried, but she has prayed for you constantly and smiled while she’s told me stories about you growing up. And yes, she totally busted out the baby pictures.
I’m sort of lost. I’ve never cared for anyone the way I care for you and Etta. But the way I care for you, though just as fierce as my love for your mom, isn’t the same. I don’t know what to do with these emotions. And now, I may never get to tell you. I don’t want to think that way. I want to believe that you are going to come back. But I’m scared to hope and then be broken.
I saw you on the television. That video those horrible monsters made
