I gasped as I saw Keith bound and gagged alongside Pete. Both already looked badly beaten.

"We have a simple demand. Tell your President to leave our countries alone and stop the charade of peace talks. The President must call for an emergency conference and he will then cancel the talks and false peace treaties. If not these men will die in the next six hours," the man said with a thick Arabic accent. He then motioned to his men who stepped forward. "I'm not one to mess with."

A hooded man grabbed Keith's hand. Oh, please no. Leave him alone.

I watched in horror as he broke Keith's fingers on his right hand. Keith screamed in agony and before the last finger was broken, he fell to the floor unconscious. I ran out of the room, nearly slamming into the door. I couldn't handle seeing anymore, I knew Pete was next.

I ran to the bathroom, holding my hair back as I threw up in the toilet. I leaned against the stall and cried. Things were getting worse and everything was spiraling out of control. There was nothing I could do to stop those men from hurting my husband. Hell, I didn't even know where they were. I did know he was hurt, in pain, and alone. Why hadn't I agreed to let him get the test? Maybe we would have stayed home and none of this would be happening. No, no, I can't blame myself, that won't help matters. That won't help Keith.