Is His Cellphone Dead

Is his cell phone dead? Is he dead? What is happening? I stare out the window for the sixteenth time. It is windy out there. I can hear the howling. Has he been in a wreck? Is it time to call the hospitals? Should I get dressed in case the police come to the door? I press my nose against the glass, and then my mouth. The coolness of it does not calm me in the least. Where is he? Why has he not called? What is happening? I cannot leave. There is no one to watch the children. I stare at the cell phone. Check it again for messages. There is nothing. Where is he? What is happening? Was there a wreck? The bridge is treacherously slick in this kind of weather. Especially if it rains. Rain begins pinging at the windows. It sounds like sand being thrown. What is happening? Where is he? I get dressed, ready for anything.