Dwayne Campbell hung up his cell phone and shoved it back into the front pocket of his faded denim jeans. He found her. Yes! Ross had just called and given him the location. Cost him a pretty penny, but worth it all the same.

Shoving an armload of his belongings into a suitcase, he quickly zipped it closed and hurried out of his house. Australia... she was in fucking Australia, of all places! Why on earth would she want to go to a shithole of a place like Australia?!

As he made his way down I-35 and onto the 121 ramp towards the DFW airport, he couldn’t help but think about how he was going to convince her to come back to him.

"Oh, Abby," he sighed, as he weaved through the traffic, barely avoiding a collision with the car in front of him. "Why, darlin’? Why would you just up and leave me like that? With no word?"

This is the question that had plagued him day after day for the past several months. Sure, they’d gotten married pretty quickly, but he thought they got along great, and she seemed happy enough... well, as far as he could tell, anyway. They’d had their ups and downs, of course, as any couple did, but what tha fuck? Why would she just leave?!

Dwayne hurriedly parked his car in the long-term parking garage and ran into the airport terminal. The ticket line was short luckily, though he doubted he’d be as lucky with the line for security.

Strolling up to the desk, he pulled out his American Express card, handing it to the attendant there and said, "One-way ticket to Sydney, Australia, please... first available flight."

Yes, he had found his wife and now he intended to be with her.

TBC...