Margaret spread the prints across her kitchen table that night. Most of the photos featured the car. Whoever he was, he’d been proud of that car when it was new. The handwriting on the note suddenly felt heavier, like a voice cut off mid-sentence. Against her better judgment, she opened her laptop and began an image search.
It didn’t take long. Within minutes, the same face stared back at her from grainy scans of old newspapers. “David Armitage, 25, Missing Since March 1985.” Headlines whispered of unanswered questions: No Leads in Armitage Case. Family Appeals for Help. Margaret’s pulse hammered. She was holding the pieces of a vanished life.