“Thanks.” I nod as I reach for my coffee at the hotel lunch bar.
I can’t remember the last time I relaxed with colleagues. Or spent a few days away.
I FaceTimed Andy last night and he was having a great time with Kat.
I had an even better time with Kat when I called her back later.
After lunch, I review the notes for my talk, which is the final time slot before dinner.
I’m pleasantly surprised to have a full house in the room.
“And that’s where we’re hoping to take this work next,” I conclude.
A combination of polite and appreciative applause fills the room.
The moderator comes up and asks for questions. A number of hands rise.
For the next twenty minutes, I fend off challenges.
When I’m done, I head out to the hall for break, stopped by a number of colleagues on the way to compliment my work.
“Daniel.” A senior colleague I didn’t expect to see, one who’s on my tenure committee, grabs my shoulder.
I brace myself to justify why I’m here instead of on campus, but he surprises me by smiling.
“Your new paper is impressive. I’d like you to have dinner with a few of us, if you have time.” He names a restaurant close by.
“Of course. I’ll meet you there.”
I reach for my phone, wanting to call Kat and let her know. She’ll share this excitement with me.
But I glance at the screen to find four missed calls from the time I had my device switched off.
What’s so important she called four times?
First voicemail.
“Daniel, I can’t find Andy.”
My stomach turns to ice.
I stab the “next” button.
“I don’t know what happened. He was at school, and now he’s not, and…I’ll find him, I swear.”
The ice turns to panic.
“We found him. He…had an accident.”
I stab her contact on my phone and pace the hall, students and faculty going out of their way to avoid me.
A lifetime passes before she answers.
“Kat. What the hell happened?”
“He saw a bunny in the schoolyard at lunch. After school, he went out looking for it on his own.”
Her voice is tight and tired, but all I can think of is my own fear.