This is so nerve wracking. I've never sounded so anxious before. Sitting at this police station didn't really help at all. It was so noisy! How can people work?! 

I sat on the couch more stressed than relaxed. It was comfortable earlier, but my worries came flourishing in my mind. The hallway was quiet but it still didn't calm me. What if he doesn't come back? What if he got hurt? Even worse, what if he died? What am I going to do? No positive outcomes are coming to my head. 

What about our children? Our babies? Will he be there for their birth? Will I be a single mother? If they asked where's appa, how am I going to tell them the truth?

"Are you okay?" A female voice asked. I looked up and the older woman. She looked about thirty to me. Her long wavy hair stopped at shoulders, and appeared quite taller than me. Her name tag read 'Kim Sakyeong'. Even though I'm sitting at a slight distance I could still tell. 

I smiled bitterly. "No, not really." The couch dipped a little when she sat down.

"What's your name?" She asked politely.

"Jung Somin imnida." 

"Ah, Somin. How many months are you?" I sighed, and unconsiously rubbed my swollen stomach. I felt an uncomfortable pain. 

"Nine months," I replied "Do you know where my husband is?" She didn't answer right away. Could that mean that she knows? Could she know, but won't tell me?

"Well, not exactly, but Detective Seo and Detective Eun know, and they will bring him