A: Daddy’s gone, baby. He’s not coming home.

Bethany began to cry and ran to her room as fast as her little legs could carry her. Athena sat and waited for the detective to arrive, slowly getting into character, playing the grieving wife of a ‘missing’ man.

Athena arrived home, alone. She waited until the morning to make the call to the police station.

With tears in her voice, if not on her face, Athena asked for the line for missing persons.

A: Hello, I would like to report…a missing person. [sniffle]

???: Alright, let me redirect your call to our head of department, Detective Carrera.

A few moments of silence passed before the detective answered the phone.

M: Detective Matais Carrera speaking.

A: Hello Detective. I’m Athena Craven, and I would like to report someone as…[sniffles] missing.

M: I’m sorry to hear that, Miss Craven. What would you like to report.

A: Mrs, actually. And the person missing is my husband. [voice cracking through the ‘tears’] We went camping in Granite Falls and on a hike we got separated and I haven’t seen him since. It’s been three days, and I don’t know what happened to him. [hysterical] What if he fell off a cliff?! Or was eaten by a bear! There was a warning at the ranger station that there had been bear sightings! What if he’s lying in a ditch somewhere dead!

M: Calm down, Mrs. Craven…look, this isn’t procedure, but if you’ll tell me your address then I’ll come to you and we’ll talk through what happened on your vacation, alright?

A: Thank you Detective. [sniffle]

Athena told the Detective her address and was told to expect him in an hour. She hung up the phone and smiled to herself. Unbeknownst to her, Bethany had walked into the room.

B: Momma? Where Daddy?

They hiked for a few hours before stumbling upon a really odd looking bramble patch. Gavin thought it looked like a tunnel and went to explore it. Athena knew what it was, and she didn’t try to stop him. She told him not to go, to be careful, knowing full well he wouldn’t listen and she watched as he stepped forward and disappeared into the gloom. He followed the path until he tumbled through the brambles into a large clearing…

A: Hey, while I was on my jog I saw the sign post for the National Park. Want to check it out together.

G: Sure, some hiking sounds great.

A: Alright, let’s go.

G: Wait. Athena, I just want to say I’m sorry about what happened with me and Zoe. I can’t really make any excuses for my behavior, but I think this weekend was a really great idea. It’s really been the reminder I needed about why I love you.

A: Awww, and what would that be?

G: You’re this fantastic woman who asked me out to dinner one night and ended up proposing to me. We got married just a few days later in a little ceremony that was perfect. You planned this vacation in record time. I guess what I’m trying to say is that I love your spontaneity, and really just all of you. I am so sorry I ruined us.

A: Gavin…[voice crack] let’s just go on our hike.

A: Ah, come on Gav. It’ll be fun. And think of all the alone time we’ll have. [wink wink]

G: Hmmm, alright fine. But only for the weekend, I need to be back at work bright and early on Monday.

A: That’s plenty of time. [kiss] Thank you, Gavin. This means a lot to me.

G: Any time, babe.

A: Let’s get some sleep. We’ll have to leave early tomorrow.

A: So I had this idea for us talking things out a bit before we see the therapist…

G: What ya got in mind?

A: I was thinking we could take a vacation, just the two of us, to Granite Falls. Rent a dumpy little cabin in the woods, play horseshoes, hike. All that fun stuff. I think it’d be good for us to spend some time together.

G: I don’t know, Athena…

A: I think we are. I know we have a lot of problems, but I really do think we could work this out. I’ve made an appointment with a therapist for us and everything so we can talk things out with a mediator.

G: Wow. You’re really serious about us working this out. Quite honestly, I thought you were just going to divorce me, get full custody of Bethany, and collect alimony until the day I died.

A: …Well aren’t you morbid. Come on, let’s go upstairs.

G: You mean I don’t have to sleep on the couch?

A: Not tonight, we’ll see about in the future.