(Skylar’s POV)
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As soon as the private jet landed at the airport, I got into a car with an assigned driver heading towards Mystic Town. I had heard about the place but had never been there.
It was a place said to be filled with legends and folklore that some believed to be true, but not me. To me, it was all just for publicity and an overrated vacation spot to dupe tourists.
My heart pounded as the driver stopped the car at a busy street at night. I was not familiar with the place and my eyes darted between the streets and the faces of passersby. Not knowing where to start looking, I asked around for hours, showing my wedding photo with Layla that I kept in my phone.
Every “No” felt like a punch to the gut, but I was not about to give up. My wife had been through too much
