His patience began to wear thin. He poured over the footage at night, his eyes burning from staring at the screen for hours. Had he really convinced himself of something that wasn’t there? Every day that passed without results chipped away at his certainty. He was running out of time—and hope.
Then, one morning, he hesitated before launching the drone. Maybe it was pointless. Maybe he had wasted weeks chasing a ghost. But he pushed those doubts aside and sent the device soaring. One last attempt. One last chance.