A Different Divergent: Everyday Love

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I roll over and glance at the clock on Tobias' nightstand. The green numbers glow bright, practically screaming 2:18. I roll back over with a groan and stare up unseeing into the darkness above. I've been tossing and turning for what seems like hours. I don't know if I've slept or not. I close my eyes and take deep, even, calculated breaths in an attempt to relax, but I'm just too keyed up to sleep.

I swear I haven't done anything but worry about my children for over a week. I haven't let them out of my sight for more than a few minutes at a time. I've barely eaten a thing; I've been too nauseated. Whether it's the lingering morning sickness or the intense worry, I don't know. If I were to step on a scale, it wouldn't surprise me if it told me I've lost a pound or two. Sleep has been elusive. I'm not getting more than a couple hours each night ... if I'm lucky. I'm beginning to look a lot like the walking dead from those classic movies Tobias likes.

We still have no clue what the photographs of Tyler, Tessa, and Teagan mean or who sent them to us, and there has been no further communication from the anonymous number. I don't want to jump to conclusions but I can't come up with any other reason for those pictures except that they are a threat of some sort. But why would someone target our kids? They are completely innocent. They've never done anything to anyone, and for the life of me, I can't think of anyone Tobias or I have pissed off enough in the past that they would retaliate in such a despicable way.

Tobias and I sat down after we put the kids to bed the night we both received the pictures and came up with a list of suspects. At the top of mine was the bitch. When she was admitted to the psychiatric wing of the city hospital after trying to kill me she told the doctors that I was standing in the way of her happiness with Tobias. Even though she has convinced the medical establishment of her sanity, she will never convince me and maybe she now thinks of our kids as some sort of roadblock and wants them eliminated. Tobias didn't disagree but he had other thoughts. He thinks this has something to do with Terrance Samuels. When he first approached Hector, he not only interrogated his son about us but he brought up our kids. It didn't sit well then and with the addition of the pictures, it does make him a viable suspect. We also added Jessica Samuels' name to our list. Since her failed attempt to discredit Tobias with false abuse rumors she hasn't been much of a nuisance but that doesn't make her innocent either. Another name we tossed around was Marcus'. We've seen him from time to time in Abnegation when we've visited my parents and he hasn't made a scene but this sounds like something he would do to scare us.

Tobias asked Zeke to put digital surveillance into place for each of our suspects, which he readily agreed to. Terrance Samuels has proven to be a worthy adversary. Zeke's yet to find him on a live feed. He seems to know where all the camera blind spots are, and he sticks to them. While Zeke worked on that he assigned Nathan to go through surveillance video from in and around the park for the hours and days leading up to the time Bridget took the kids to play but, unfortunately, he found nothing that stood out as unusual. I thought for sure that the person who spray-painted the cameras would be identified but the perpetrator struck in the dead of a moonless, rainy night and was completely camouflaged.

Since the call came from an unknown name and number, I gave my phone to Callen to see if he could use his technical expertise to determine who it came from but he, too, came up empty, except to tell us that the photos were taken at 10:07, 10:10, 10:15, and 11:06 a.m. on Monday, July 30. We may not know much else but at least we have the timeframe when the asshole was taking the photos. Callen did set up a tap and trace, which will tell us the origin of the call if that number contacts either of us again. That has given me some peace of mind but not much. I just want this over.