2,037 days. 2,037 days since flight 828 from Montego Bay Jamaica went missing. 2,037 days without Michaela. April 7th, 2013 the plane when missing. Today, November 4th, 2018, it came back. Mick, and Ben and Cal came back.
I've always thought that it was my fault for her taking the later flight. If I hadn't proposed when I did she might not have even gone on the vacation, further more take the later flight. It was too soon. The car crash mess had just been cleaned up and she wasn't ready. but when I got to that scene, I could see the spark of light in her eyes, the light of joy that I love so much, fade away. I couldn't go another day not seeing the light in her eyes. I wanted to bring that spark back. She was my the person that made me feel whole, the one who put a smile on my face, the love of my life. And she was back. Something nobody thought would ever happen. But I was married. To her best friend.
After one hell of a plane ride, with the turbulence, and my brother nagging me about Jared, I was finally home. On the ground, and I could finally go and see Jared and tell him that my answer was 100% YES! I wanted to marry him. We were going to get married, have a family, live our lives until we get gray and old together. Ben was right. After everything that happened before this trip, I deserved to be happy. Even if I didn't totally believe it myself.
But all of those plans changed when I saw flashing red and blue lights outside the plane window. The meer sight of the two colors sent a swirling feeling to my stomach and made me almost dizzy. I went on the trip to get away from the mess that was Evie's death. Kind of ironic that I'm a cop and can't stand to even look and the vibrant lights.
When we got off the plane, what looked like officials from the government started talking to the pilot. In the confused state I was in I simply asked what the hell was going on. They told us that our plane, and us, had been missing for five and a half years.
Every word that was spoken after that didn't come clear to me. I couldn't process the previous sentence. If I had been gone for five and a half years, then that means that Jared has lived those years without me. The thought that he was with someone else and I didn't know made me feel faint. Thankfully, Ben noticed my body language and pulled me into a tight hug. Not letting go for several minutes.
As the next few hours went on, they gathered us into a big room, and then pulled us separately into a smaller almost interrogation room and asked us what exactly happened. My answer was pretty simple, because it was exactly what had happened. I got on the plane, we took off, about half way through there was awful turbulence, and then we ended up here. They tried to pull more out of me, but i was telling them all that I knew. So eventually they just let us go.
We were let out of the "hanger" a few hours later and allowed to see our loved ones. Walking out of the place I was expecting to find my mom and dad, Grace and Olive, and Jared. But running up to us were only three of the five. No mom, and no Jared.
The first person that I had any interaction with was my dad. As soon I saw him I ran right into his arms. After about a minute or so of our embrace, I pulled back. The thought was still in my head, so I asked where my mom was. His answer devastated me. My mom, my best friend in the whole world, the person I could tell everything to, had gotten sick and passed away. At this time I was still trying to process the fact that Olive looked older and Cal didn't, and everything just came out. I sunk back into my father's arms and didn't leave until I felt like I could stand on my own. The next thought in my mind was Jared. My dad said that a work emergency kept him from coming, which I understood because I have the same job as him. Or had. I don't even know at this point.
I spent the night at Ben and Grace's in their spare bedroom. It wasn't my own apartment, but it would make do. I tried calling Jared a couple of times but I guess that "work emergency" was busying him. I decided to just go to sleep and figure everything out tomorrow.
When I woke up in the morning, a wave of nausea rushed over my body. I bolted out of bed and went straight to the bathroom. I spent around ten minutes in there disposing of my dinner from last night. I assumed that it was just something I ate. So I got ready and went to the precinct.
