Minutes, later, my fingers start to frantically start typing, emailing, asking every uncle, cousin, and aunt in Turkey, “We are getting disturbing reports from Turkey. Please tell me where Chase is.” I highlight the reports online with links. My wife writes back, “Chase is fine. We are in Ankara. We are not going to crowded places. He is sitting right next to me. He says “Next!” Love.” The suicide bomber blew himself up in Istanbul, miles away from the capital.