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I was at the doctor’s office for the rest of the afternoon. I got home around

5:00 that evening to find the apartment empty. Tonya Was gone and she didn’t
leave a note as to where she had gone.

Time went by and Tonya had not come home. So I began to worry a bit. I called
around to hospitals and the police. No one had seen nor heard about her. It began

to get really late and Still Tonya was not home. By this time worry swelled to
panic, I jumped into the car and drove all over town looking for her but she was

no ware to be found.
The rest of that night was spent driving and looking or on the phone to hospitals

or the police still no sign of Tonya.
The thing is, I knew something had to be wrong. Because despite her obvious
faults Tonya loved me and would have never stayed away from home all night

without at least calling. Many times in the past it had gotten late and she would
call and say Honey can you come get me. And I would.

But not this time.
It was about 7:30 Am the morning of the first. I must have dozed off for a few
moments. Waking up I searched the room for any sign that Tonya had come home.

Nope she was still M.I.A. I had to get up and get on the road. I promised my
oldest son that I would teach him how to spray paint the door to my car. I was

restoring a Chevy Beretta GTZ and I told him he could help me with it.
Still worried about Tonya I went to pick him up.

We got back to my apartment around 8:30am. As I pulled up in to the parking lot
where I was going to perform my auto body masterpiece. One of the men that

worked down stares from my apartment came rushing up to tell me. There is a
detective from the police department in my shop looking for you.
At that moment my heart sank and began to race all at the same time. Half of me

hoped that they had found Tonya safe and sound. While the other half just knew
that something terrible had happened.