My name is Chris-Anthony Gonzales, and am the divorced dad of three kids, Sabrina, Dante, and Sophia. Late last August, about two weeks before Dante’s 17th birthday, the girls had gone up north with my ex-wife for Labor Day weekend, and so it was just me and Dante.
I’m a professional DJ/Emcee, and I had a gig on Friday night. After making sure that Dante had everything he needed for the evening, I left for work, and as usual, Dante and I exchanged random texts for a few hours. I smiled when I saw he had texted the image of an Eminem album cover. Dante’s musical tastes had been expanding for the last few years. He was interested in newer stuff – God’s Plan by Drake was a favorite – but he had discovered Stevie Wonder the year before, and was starting to explore different genres and eras.
I responded, but unlike usual, several hours went by with no reply. I had actually offered for him to come with me that night, but he had seemed kind of tired and said he wanted to go to bed early, so I thought that maybe he had just fallen asleep, but I texted my friend Linda, who was going to stop by my house later to give my daughter’s dog an insulin shot before joining me at my gig, to check in on him when she got there. Around midnight, Linda texted to say that she had just gotten there and Dante’s car was gone.
I had an overwhelmingly bad feeling like I’d never experienced before when I was packing up my DJ gear an hour later. I suddenly wondered if I could just leave it all there and come back for it in the morning, but I double-timed it and got back to the house as soon as I could. On the way, I called Linda, who had decided to just stay there. We were both worried, because it was not like him to just take off without notifying anyone, but we figured he must have decided to go to a friend’s house, which he had sort of talked about doing earlier in the day.
When I got home, I sat in my truck for over an hour, trying to reach him on the phone and texting him, but the calls all went to voice mail and there were no responses to my texts. After leaving him a long voice message about how I hoped he was just with friends, and to stay put for the night because it was so late, I went inside and Linda and I spent another hour coming up with reasonable explanations, then we went to bed. For some reason, I got into bed with all of my clothes on, and fell into an uneasy sleep.
The next thing I knew, Linda was pushing me on the shoulder at 4:30 saying she heard pounding at the door, and maybe Dante was back and had forgotten his key. I jumped out of bed to check, but instead of Dante at the door, it was a state trooper. He held up his cell phone with a picture of Dante’s driver’s license on it and said, “are you the father of Dante Gonzales?”
When I said yes, he told me that Dante had been in a serious car accident and was at a hospital more than thirty miles away. I yelled for Linda that Dante had been in an accident, and within one minute she was dressed and in the kitchen. “Is he alive,” she asked? The trooper responded, “Yes, but it’s critical.”
“I’ll drive,” Linda said.
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