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Onika Maraj Federal Bureau Headquarters
December 20, 2025
Five days.
Five days until Christmas. Families are usually decorating their homes, shopping for gifts, wrapping presents, baking cookies for Santa's fat ass. But not us.
Not the Maraj-Knowles family. There was always something—always something big enough to stop us from enjoying the norm, from having the peace other families seem to take for granted.
Our baby girl was missing.
It was like time had stopped. Neither Beyoncé nor I had gotten any sleep last night. I stayed up, trying to keep an eye on her, trying to make sure she was okay.
She kept pacing, her steps heavy and frantic, the weight of her tears choking her every few minutes. I'd never seen her like this, and honestly, it scared me. I was always concerned about her, but this was different.
I felt helpless, watching her crumble. And when she broke, I was breaking right alongside her.
The office was tense, everyone waiting for Beyoncé to speak again. The team worked in silence until one agent, a tall man with dark hair and a deep voice, finally spoke up.
"Ms. Knowles, do we have any confirmation on the last location of Blue's phone? We've tried tracing it, but..." He trailed off, unsure how to finish.
Beyoncé's jaw tightened.
"No," she said firmly, her voice hard but controlled. "Her phone was turned off hours ago, and the signal's dead. Don't waste time tracing it. You need to check every camera in a ten-mile radius of her last known location. And don't stop there—widen the search if you have to."
Another agent, a young woman sitting by one of the computers, chimed in next, her voice hesitant. "We've put out an alert for Ming too, but we haven't gotten a response from her father yet. Should we—"
"Get him here," Beyoncé cut her off, her tone sharper now. "I don't care what you have to do. He needs to be involved. Ming's safety is just as important as Blue's. We need all hands on this."
The room buzzed with more movement, but the air was thick with uncertainty. Another agent raised his hand slightly, not daring to speak without permission.
Beyoncé nodded for him to go on.
"What about Trevante Case? Do you think this is connected to him?" His voice was low, cautious, almost like he didn't want to even suggest it.
Beyoncé's face hardened even more at the mention of his name. "I don't know or care. Whoever did this made it personal, and they're going to pay for it. Check everyone. Every name, every face that's crossed our path. This is an all-hands situation. No one gets overlooked."
