Late evening on May 26, 2009

It had been 2 days. Locked in my apartment in Houston. I had not slept or eaten since Sunday morning.

I called my sister Stella in New Braunfels, Texas, 3 hours west of Houston. I could not talk, I only cried. Stella said, "Loraine, is that you? I am on my way."

Stella scrapped me up, held me tight and took me to her house.