Sifting Through Records
That afternoon, we buried ourselves in stacks of old phone books and dove deep into internet searches. Time slipped away unnoticed as we sifted through names and places, reaching out to long-forgotten mutual acquaintances for leads. Every dial tone and unanswered call held our breath, and each dead end brought a moment of doubt—but even the silence was charged with determination to discover where Jake had ended up.
Sifting Through Records
A Lead On Jake
Against all odds, through a tangled web of connections, we found it—a current address for Jake in a town not far away. Our excitement swelled, fueled by hope and a touch of nervousness. Meeting Jake could finally bring the breakthrough I’d longed for all these years. As we planned the visit, curiosity surged inside me, sending my mind racing with possibilities—like a glimmer of light breaking through years of darkness.
A Lead On Jake
