The past several days have been hell. Our former friends, now incapable of calling me a psychotic ex to my face or on this blog, decided to show this blog to Hannah's family. In turn, they called the police. There's nothing they can do, of course. There is nothing wrong with me looking for her, especially not when they insist on inaction. There's nothing wrong with me looking for her.
I'm home finally. Will post again once I've had time to rest and get my wits about me.