The Missing Links
After the call, my mind raced with unanswered questions. I felt like I had reached the edge of something important, but the pieces still didn’t line up. Why hadn’t his cousin noticed anything unusual? Was Alan truly that good at hiding the truth—or was there simply nothing to see back then? My instincts told me there was more to the story, but I didn’t yet know where to look next. The search wasn’t over; in fact, it had only just begun.
Each interaction I had left me with a deeper hunger for understanding. The more I tried to connect the dots, the more I realized how little I actually knew about what Alan had gone through. It was like looking at the surface of a calm lake, knowing that something powerful was stirring underneath. I was determined to keep digging until I uncovered what lay beneath that stillness.
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