Amanda took a deep breath as she pushed open the door to James' office when she arrived. Her heart was beating fast, and she couldn't stop thinking about the strange message she had received. As she stepped inside, she knew she had to search every corner of the office, to find whatever James was hiding so she started to look around carefully. She walked over to James' big wooden desk, running her fingers over the smooth surface. The drawers slid open with a soft creak, and she began to search through the papers and folders inside. Her hands trembled as she tried to be quiet, listening for any sound in the quiet office. After looking through the drawer and the desk, Amanda turned her attention to the tall metal filing cabinets standing against the wall. They were cold to the touch, and she felt a shiver run down her spine. She opened the drawers one by one, filtering through the files and documents inside. Time seemed to slow down as she discovered a tattered manila fold

James paced back and forth in his living room, his heart heavy with worry and frustration. It had been two weeks since his discharge from the hospital, and Amanda was nowhere to be found. He had tried contacting her, desperate to see his daughter. He needed to see her too. He couldn't believe his mother’s words only but his attempts had been futile as it was hard finding her. The divorce papers Amanda had sent him via email were devoid of any information about her current whereabouts. Agnes, James’ mother watched her son with concern, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. "James, please," she pleaded. "You need to focus on your recovery. You can't let this consume you." James whirled around to face her, his anger boiling over. "How can I focus on anything else when I haven't seen my daughter in over three months?" He snapped. "I need to find her. I need to know that she's safe." Agnes’ eyes welled up with tears, her voice trembling as she spoke. "I understand that, but maybe it'