She barely knew him, but in a small town where nothing but the ordinary happened, she couldn't accept the fact that maybe- just maybe- he didn't want to be found.
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Finding Ford
Mystery / ThrillerJas gives me a sympathetic look. She sighs heavily, long nails tapping against the wooden table, dodging the 'Missing' posters scattered all over the surface. "Maybe," she finally says, "Just maybe, he doesn't want to be found, Ava." I clench my jaw...
