Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence by Ken Slaner

Time dragged on in the suffocating silence, with the man keeping them confined, neither assaulting them nor offering food or a
drink.
In this eerie hush, seconds turned into minutes, and Tom’s restlessness grew, hanging over him like a storm cloud, threatening to
burst at any moment.
He cast a glance at Ariana, who had maintained an unflinching composure throughout, and voiced his guilt in a hushed tone,
“This whole mess is on me. It’s obvious they came after me, but I’ve dragged you into this, Ariana. Are you holding up okay?”
“I’m fine.”
Kidnapping was something she’d been into before, and given their current captors, their attitude was relatively calm.
She turned to reassure Tom, “Don’t blame yourself for this ordeal.
It’s a trap set for us. Carl anticipated we’d return to inspect the surveillance, and they deliberately left the back door open. Trust
me; others will take notice of our absence and come looking for us.”
Meanwhile, Sonia had been frantically searching for Ariana. They had made plans to take young Melon to the children’s park that
day.
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However, upon inquiring Ariana’s assistant, Sonia learned that Ariana hadn’t returned home since the previous night, and her
calls had gone unanswered.

Initially, she presumed Ariana was preoccupied at the police station, dealing with Tom’s predicament, making it inconvenient to
respond to calls. Yet, after conferring with her assistant and other colleagues, it happened that no one had seen Ariana for a
while!
Sonia sensed immediately that something was awry, vivid memories of the harrowing discovery of Ariana’s condition after the car
accident five years ago rushing back. Even now, the mere recollection of that incident sent shivers down her spine.
Swiftly, Sonia hastened to inspect the surveillance footage near the police station, and she confirmed that Ariana had left with
Tom.
She promptly dialed Tom’s number, but it went unanswered as well.
A sense of foreboding gripped Sonia, a sentiment she couldn’t afford to ignore. Upon her visit to the police station to report the
situation, she was met with the disheartening news that they couldn’t initiate a case until twenty-four hours had elapsed.
Sonia couldn’t endure such a delay, and she promptly rallied her friends for assistance while also apprising Mitchel of the
unfolding crisis. She divulged the particulars to him and implored him to stay with Melon.
Receiving the distressing news, Mitchel wasted no time leveraging his connections to acquire information discreetly. However,
from dawn to dusk, there was nothing.
Melon remained indoors, complying obediently. Although both Sonia and Mitchel strove to wear brave countenances in his
presence, the child intuited that something was amiss.
He suppressed his emotions, refraining from uttering a word until the following morning when, as was his custom, he went to find
Ariana and didn’t find her. Unable to restrain his emotions any longer, he burst into tears.

“Mommy, wh-where’s Mommy? Is something terrible going to happen to her?” Melon sobbed, his breath hitching with distress.
Mitchel promptly scooped him up, offering solace.
“No, nothing will.
Your Mommy will return, I promise. Be a good lad, give Uncle a promise with your pinky, and Mommy will come back.” Mitchel
tenderly ruffled the child’s hair, extending his little finger.
As Melon dabbed his tears away, he extended his tiny hand to link pinkies with Mitchel’s. Nonetheless, fear and anxiety lingered
heavily in his heart, his tears continuing to flow.
Sonia, accompanied by Sarah and others, left no stone unturned, exhausting all available resources. They scoured through the
night, yet their efforts yielded no results.