Heading Home With Heavy Thoughts
As I walked home, memories swirling wildly in my mind, the gravity of this search settled deep within me. Each recollection felt like a small weight pulling at my steps, stirring questions left unanswered for far too long. This mission was born from a mix of hope and uncertainty, yet at its core, a quiet whisper of possibility began to take hold—tightening its grip on the glimmer of hope I couldn’t let go.
Heading Home With Heavy Thoughts
Lisa Joins The Search
“You look troubled,” Lisa said as I shared the garage sale story over coffee, her eyes widening with the same intrigue that had consumed me. Instinctively, she understood what I needed. “Let’s find him. We’re good at tracking people down,” she declared, her voice filled with a confidence I immediately clung to. Her enthusiasm was the comfort I needed—a spark to chase what had felt impossible.
Lisa Joins The Search
