At the beginning, my marriage to Jason was picture-perfect. I was convinced he was my soulmate and the only person I could never imagine my life without, but as years passed by, things started to change.
All of a sudden, Jason became indifferent. He then lost his job, and instead of looking for another, he turned to gaming and spent hours on the couch with the controller in his hands while I worked two jobs as a nurse, taking weekend shifts that always lasted for 14 and sometimes even longer hours.
Whenever I’d mention anything about him not trying enough to get a job, he would became angry, claiming he was doing his best, but it was obvious that he didn’t. His couch and the game console became his world, and it went on for nearly a year.
The only thing that kept me going was my five-year-old daughter Mia.
I tried not to argue with Jason only for Mia’s sake because I didn’t want her to believe her mommy and daddy didn’t love each other, although it was obvious our love was long gone.
One day, when I asked Jason if he managed to land a job or at least a job interview, he threw the controller and slammed the door.
I felt like I was stuck and there was no way out so I considered getting a divorce, but he didn’t feel okay with it.
So, the following morning, I kissed Mia on the forehead and went to work, but after around 15 minutes of driving, I realized I had forgotten my phone at home, so I hesitated if I should return or not, but something inside me told me to get back home.
When I entered the house, Jason and Mia weren’t there, neither Mia’s unicorn keychain that she loved. When I realized Jason’s gaming console and all his electronics and equipment were also missing, I knew something was terribly wrong.
At that moment, panic hit me like a wave. I called everyone who might know something, but no one had seen them. My mind raced with questions: How long had he planned this? Where was he taking her? Was Mia scared?
Then I remembered the AirTag on her purple unicorn keychain. With shaking hands, I opened the Find My app. A single blue dot appeared. They were at the airport.
The fear turned into adrenaline. I sped down the highway, calling Jason again and again, leaving desperate messages. At the same time, I called 911 and gave the dispatcher everything I knew.
When I reached the airport, I abandoned my car and ran inside. Over the noise of travelers, I heard a small voice cry, “Mommy!” Mia stood near the security line, clutching her keychain, terrified. Police stepped in just as Jason tried to pull her away.
I grabbed Mia and held her close while officers restrained him. His anger didn’t matter anymore because my daughter was safe.
There would be legal battles ahead, but as Mia and I walked out of the airport hand in hand, I knew the worst was behind us.
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