I swear, I fucking swear, that if my phone rings or buzzes one more time—just one time—I’m gonna throw it across the room.

With everything that has happened in the last two days, sleep has been evading me. And the one minute I finally manage to close my eyes without being troubled by my thoughts, my phone starts blowing up again.

I’ve been awake for probably an hour, and all I’ve just wanted to do is lie in bed and reflect, but the stupid phone isn’t letting me.

After making sure Hailey was admitted and well taken care of. I called her parents, left her at the hospital yesterday morning,...