After Helen’s call to the detective, Rachel’s second email came: If there’s even a chance, I’m coming. The detective called me. He said it might be my brother. The words carried a weight that made Helen sit back in her chair. Somewhere, a search that had once ended years ago was being quietly restarted.
That night, Helen couldn’t sleep. Caleb Ward’s name echoed in her thoughts, heavy with unfinished business. She looked out at the city lights glowing like soft embers and wondered what it would mean for a man to wake into a world that had not only moved on, but built new lives above the places he once studied.