Mr. Thompson Recalls Jake
Mr. Thompson scratched his head thoughtfully. “Jake moved away a long time ago,” he said, a hint of wistfulness in his eyes. “He lost touch with almost everyone around here—probably wanted a fresh start.” I nodded, filing away this small but important piece of information. If anyone might hold lingering clues, it would be Jake—but how do you find someone who vanished from your life just as suddenly?
Mr. Thompson Recalls Jake
Deciding To Search For Jake
Determination welled up inside me like a sudden spark of light—I had to find out where Jake was now. Who knew what he might know about those skates, or about my daughter’s disappearance? “I think I need to try and find Jake,” I confided to Mr. Thompson, a plan quietly taking shape in my mind. He nodded, sensing the unspoken weight behind my resolve, and a silent understanding passed between us.
Deciding To Search For Jake
