I went hysterical because I had to verify Zeb was my son.

I'm finally relaxing. I'm still staying by the phone though. That phone is with me.

I'm not there to fix him, give him chicken soup or put a band-aid on.

I'm not leaving my phones. I just want to hear from my child. I want to know that all those kids are safe.

We just figure they're out in the field, I guess.

It hit hard. I'm in another zone. I was so distraught, then I was in a zone. I'm just trying to function.