Losing Patience
The stress begins to wear me down. I question if all this effort is even worth it. Every new clue leads nowhere, every suspicion remains unconfirmed. I’ve poured days into this search, yet all I have is more uncertainty. It’s as if he planned this disappearance perfectly, leaving only enough behind to taunt me.
Lisa tries to keep me grounded. “We’ll get to the bottom of this,” she says with quiet certainty. But even her confidence isn’t enough to drown out the creeping doubt. What if this whole effort is futile? What if he’s already moved on — not just physically, but emotionally? That thought threatens to unravel me more than anything else.
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