Where is He?!

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As I was driving to the Maz and Kelly's house, a series of distressing scenarios of what might have happened to my husband flooded my mind, and I almost missed my turn.

I burst through the door, worry evident on my face and desperation seeping through my actions. "Where's Guy?" I demanded.

"Woah Savannah, I know you're concerned, but you're not going to understand anything unless you calm down." Kelly said cautiously, showing me to the couch.

"Sorry, I guess I'm just a little stressed out." I said, sitting down and attempting to suppress the cortisol running rampant in my veins.

"So I'm sure you want to know where your husband is." Maz said after a moment. "Guy has been doing something very important, even before you knew him."

"Did this 'important work' get him kidnapped?" I heard my waver in the last syllable.

"Yeah." Maz was obviously trying to keep me calm, but it wasn't working.

"What is it?" I asked, yet I was afraid to know.

"You'll have to see it to believe it." Kelly said, opening the door and gesturing for me to follow.

My body was rigid with stress as we got in her car.

*Cortisol is a stress hormone.*

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