Please let me be wrong

Harry has 3 sisters. Most people don't know this. The man that supposedly fathered Harry was married yet separated when Harry was conceived, and he already had 3 children. When Harry was old enough, he either got into contact with those 3 sisters or vice versa. Regardless, he had a relationship with them for a while, and he loved it. All he ever wanted was a family. Not only did he get 3 sisters, but he got nieces and a nephew, too. It was like winning the lotto for him.

Then they abruptly cut off all contact with him. He tried to call them over and over again, but they wouldn't return his phone calls. He was heartbroken. He never heard from them again.

Until last week. The middle sister found him on Facebook this past Tuesday. On Wednesday, he was downstairs for a while which is odd because he usually hangs out with us in the living room to read a book or watch a cartoon. After 1/2 an hour, I called downstairs to ask him if everything was alright. That was when he told me his sister had found him on Facebook, and he was on there, thinking about what to message her back.

I immediately started freaking on the inside because I knew this could be very dangerous. He wants to be in all their lives again, but I know how easily he could get hurt all over again.

After Ellie went to bed, I helped him compose a note back to her. Something simple like, "Wow, I can't believe you found me. How are you? I'm doing well, married, a daughter, new house, yadda yadda, yadda."

The next day, he came home and immediately checked his Facebook. There was another message from her. He was ecstatic. We sat down and read the message together later that night. She was thrilled to have found him, and she even apologized for cutting off contact all those years ago. I breathed a sigh of relief. This would be fine.

So we composed another message to her, a little more detailed, and at the end, Harry asked her if she'd like to get in touch via phone. He left her his number, and told her she could call, or they could just continue to chat on Facebook; the choice was hers.

Harry checked again the minute he got home the next day, and there was yet another message from her. She said she wanted to forgo the phone call and just meet. This was best case scenario in Harry's mind. So he told her he was working the next morning, but she could call him that afternoon to make plans. She had mentioned not having to work that Saturday, so it was a good time to meet up.

Well, she didn't call on Saturday. And she didn't write back. And she hasn't called or written back today, either. And I'm pissed. Harry's been waiting for the phone to ring since he got home from work yesterday. He checked the computer first thing when he woke up this morning. He's been on and off all day, checking his messages. And there's nothing.

Please, please, please, let me be wrong.