She smiled—a sad, knowing expression that broke his heart all over again—and then she simply leaned forward.
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"23:47," she said, looking at her watch. "The alignment is perfect. If you’re watching this, Elias, don't come looking for me." She smiled—a sad, knowing expression that broke his
Elias leaned closer, his nose almost touching the screen. He had searched for Sarah for three years. The police had found nothing—no struggle, no note, just an empty car left idling in the middle of the bridge. She smiled—a sad