Panic

So, Austin and I have had a long-running argument about him not telling me if he's going to be late or where he's going. I don't care really, I just want to know in case the cops show up.

So I come in from second shift, the house is dark, his car is not in the driveway. I go to the kitchen to look for a note, because Austin has improved and now tells me he's going over to friends, parents, whatever 98% of the time. No note.

I pick up my cell. No text.

I send him a text:

OMG, where is my husband? He must have been kidnapped. But I can't call police because he's an adult. He must be gone 24 hours before a report can be filed. I willl sob by the phone and hope the kidnappers make reasonable demands.

Austin text: I'm at Craig's. I'll be home soon.