During this time I was making multiple phone calls trying to piece together what happened and where in the world my son was. I finally got a hold of my sister-in-law who told me that Dan, her mom, and Jonathan were at the Cape County Juvenile Detention Center. By the time I called the Juvenile Detention Center approximately three hours after his arrest, my husband and his mother were already gone, and I learned that Jonathan had been moved without our knowledge. When I asked the juvenile officer why he had been moved and where he was I was told, "Ma'am he was suicidal and in extreme shock after the incident so we moved him to an adolescent psychiatric hospital."
"I don't know."
"Who does know? How can I find him?"
"I'll leave a message with the supervisor and you can try calling tomorrow,"
Tomorrow!!?? Are you kidding me!!! Do you not know how I feel!! Broken! Devastated! In Shock! Worried to the depths of my soul! Powerless!! Where is my SON!!
I had to get home. I went to speak broken and crying with my commanding officer to plead for an early release to go home. He was very kind and told me he had gotten into the same trouble way back when he was young. He encouraged me that he had a good judge who wanted to give him a second chance and that's most likely what would happen with us. He promised me I'd be on a plane the next day headed home.
All I knew by the end of that day was my son was in serious trouble, the boy he shot was in surgery, and I was utterly, totally alone.
For some reason known only by God, as I prayed desperately for Jonathan; my husband felt the same desperate pull to pray for Jeremy (the boy Jon shot).
That is how DAY 1 ended.