Let me tell you what I did tonight ……. But first let me explain where my head is.

Every night, Kevin and I watch Secrets of the Morgue which is like Forensic Files. This is a reality show where someone has been murdered and the viewer is shown the case through evidence, interviews, etc. A few nights ago, we watched a case where a 24-year-old female was murdered. The following night, we watched another episode where a young girl was murdered. In both cases, the women were too trusting and seemed very naive.

As well as watching this show, I read a news story where a model found she was being followed through an Apple AirTag. This is a device you can attach to an expensive item so you can check in and see where it is – track it. Someone had slipped one of these devices into the models pocket. This way, they could follow her movements. There is also a device by Tile that can accomplish the same thing. You can read the news story here: https://www.cbsnews.com/news/brooks-nader-model-apple-airtag-stranger-track/

So, these devices were created for good reasons, but unscrupulous people are now using them for no good.

So, you see where my head has been.

Jump to our daughter, Ashley.

She is young and beautiful and no longer lives at home. She used to have “Find Friends” on her phone which meant we could see her location. She turned that feature off years ago while she was still living at home. I get it. She wants her privacy. Everyone deserves that. However, when I text her, she knows for my sanity, I need a response. I don’t bother her all the time. I could go four days without any contact at all, which is totally fine. BUT, when I text, I need to know she is okay.

I texted her tonight at 7:45. I wanted to know if she had gotten sick after her booster shot on Saturday. She didn’t respond after an hour, so I texted, “Have you heard of the Apple AirTag Tracker?” Still no response. So, I called. It went to voicemail.

Kevin texted. Waited. And then he called. No answer.

It was around 8:45 by this time. I told Kevin that I was not going to be able to relax until we went to her place to check on her.

We drove over and her car was parked outside. I banged on her door (there is no doorbell) and still, had no response. I was desperate. I could picture a million horrible things. So, Kevin and I used the key she had given me earlier this past summer and let ourselves in.

Her living room was in total darkness, so I turned on the overhead light. We expected her cat, Wednesday to come to the door, but we didn’t see her. In a loud voice, I yelled up the stairs, “Ashley!” Then again, “Ashley!”

Finally, I heard a little voice say, “What” – “what are you doing here?”

I called to her from the bottom of the stairs because I realized that she had been asleep and I didn’t want to fully awaken her, “I just wanted to make sure that you were okay.”

“Come up here”, she said.

So, I went up the stairs and into her room and explained what had happened. I asked if she was sick from her booster and she said no, but she was tired and had gone to bed very early.

I apologized over and over again because I felt horrible. She started crying because I had scared the living daylights out of her. I would have cried too if I was in a deep sleep and someone came in on me like that. I told her we were afraid she would pull her gun on us and that’s why we announced ourselves loudly.

I feel bad about the whole situation, but at the same time, I love her enough to care and to be afraid when I don’t get a response.

What would you have done in this situation? Would you have waited until the following day – because ultimately that’s when she would have responded. I would have gotten zero sleep.

I’m hoping she was able to go back to sleep once we left.