In addition, they even called in experts to put my head back together. It was crushed so badly that it did not even look human anymore. These experts could use things like soft plastic and details from my bones, age, and leftover tissue to reconstruct my face, kind of like a mold based on science. Once they fixed my skull, they could use it to figure out my identity by matching it with ID records in the police computer system. However, it would take some time to put the pieces back together.
My husband rubbed his temples, looking exhausted. At that moment, his phone buzzed and a soft smile played on his lips as he saw the caller ID.
"Jay, I'm so scared…."
"Where are you? Alright. Stay put and lock the windows. If you're scared, turn on all the lights and wait for me. I'm on my way back," Jayden gently reassured.
He hung up and glanced at the clock. It was almost 10 p.m.
"Alright everyone, head home and get some rest. We can pick things up tomorrow."
A wave of despair crashed over me. My husband, a notorious workaholic, would often disappear for days on end during investigations. I never dared to interrupt him. Yet, a single call from her, and he would drop everything to be by her side.