Sia’s POV
As we stepped out of the car, Arthur's grip on my hands remained firm. We entered the building, but Margaret was nowhere to be seen. We searched high and low, desperately trying to locate her. "Where could she be?" I questioned, my voice filled with concern. Arthur, standing beside me, echoed my sentiments.
"She's not here, Sia," Arthur stated, his voice tinged with worry.
Glancing at my watch, I realized it was already past eight in the evening. Why hadn't she arrived yet? My eyes landed on a familiar face seated at the counter. I released Arthur's hand and approached the man, taking a seat beside him. "Where is she?" I asked, my voice filled with urgency.
Arthur followed me, grabbing my arm in an attempt to stop me. "Sia, what are you doing?" he questioned, his voice lac
