PART 19 – I Stopped Trying to Force the Day Into an Explanation and Focused on What I Could Honestly Tell Ethan About the Questions Still Unanswered

Later, Detective Alvarez returned to speak with me.

Ethan was quiet beside me, his eyes half closed.

She asked whether he was ready to rest.

I told her he was tired.

She acknowledged that and explained the next steps as clearly as she could.

I listened without interrupting.

I asked about the practical arrangements, then repeated the important details to make sure I had understood them.

She confirmed what she could.

There were still questions that had not been answered.

I was disappointed, but I didn't ask her to pretend otherwise.

When she finished, I thanked her.

She moved away, leaving us with the same uncertainty we had been living with all evening.

Ethan looked up.

"Did she tell you what it was?"

"No," I said gently. "We still don't have that answer."

He looked worried.

I reached for his hand.

"I know it's hard to wait."

"Do you think you'll find out?"

"I hope so. And when we have information, we'll listen carefully."

He nodded.

I could see that he wanted more than that.

So did I.

But I couldn't give him a certainty I didn't possess.

I had spent much of the day believing that a good mother should be able to make the fear disappear.

I had thought that if I asked the right question or remembered the right detail, I might be able to move us past the uncertainty.

Now I understood that I couldn't control the pace at which the truth became clear.

I could control whether I added guesses to the facts.

I could control whether I listened when someone gave us reliable information.

And I could control whether Ethan felt he had to keep talking simply because I was anxious.

I wanted to do those things well.

"Can we just sit here?" Ethan asked.

"Yes."

He leaned against me.

I let the silence remain.

The clock continued its steady movement above the television.

The hallway was quieter now, though I could still hear occasional footsteps.

I no longer tried to identify every sound.

I stayed aware of what was happening without treating every noise as a message.

After a while, Ethan asked for the blanket to be pulled higher.

I adjusted it.

He thanked me and closed his eyes again.

I watched him for a moment, then looked toward the table where I had placed my notes.

The paper contained only the details I had been able to record accurately and the practical information I needed to remember.

It did not contain an explanation.

It did not prove that I had missed something.

It was simply a record of what I knew.

I left it where it was.

I didn't pick it up to read it again.

Instead, I sat beside Ethan and allowed myself to be tired.

I was still frightened.

I was still waiting.

But I no longer believed I had to fill every minute with another attempt to solve the problem.

The officers had work to do.

I had a child who needed rest.

Both things could be true at once.

I stayed until Ethan's breathing became slower and his body relaxed against the cushion.

Then I adjusted the blanket one last time.

I didn't know what the next conversation would bring.

I only knew that when it came, I wanted to meet it with a clear mind and an honest answer.

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