Bryan sped toward the police station, his mind raced with scenarios, each one worse than the last. What if she was hurt? What if she had tried to reach him and something terrible had happened to her? He couldn't shake the fear that had lodged itself deep in his chest.
When he arrived at the station, Bryan burst through the doors, his breathing unsteady. He walked straight to the front desk, his voice urgent. "I need to report a missing person," he said, trying to keep his composure but failing.
The officer behind the desk looked up, seeing the desperation in Bryan’s eyes. "Calm down, sir. Who’s missing?"
"Her name is Amara Clark," Bryan said, his voice tight. "She’s been missing for—I don’t know how long. I just returned from abroad. Her phone’s off, and I can’t reach her. Please, you h
