The first text, sent Saturday evening, was probably the most cryptic.
😈👿🐱‍🏍🔧🔥✈🦝🍸?

The second and third, sent on Sunday, were slightly less so.

i'm back from hell and your other half is presently a garbage-munching cretin of an underworld much worse than even my own. Please tell me you're returning from bloody Maine soon because I have some bourbon that desperately needs to get drunk, and doing it on my own is utterly depressing.

A few moments later:

also, please tell me you haven't been murdered somehow.

Those stabby emoji's at the end were probably unnecessary.