Sean dashed into the downpour, leaving only a series of wet footprints in his wake.
I had vanished without an umbrella, no taxi bookings made, and his bank card left untouched.
Chasing after him with an umbrella, Leon called out, his voice swallowed by the relentless rain, "Mr. Lewis, Mrs. Lewis's phone is off."
At the bottom of the steps, rain dribbled off Sean's chin as he continuously dialed Sarah's number, his ear greeted only by the impersonal tone of her voicemail.
"Search everywhere. Check all the surveillance footage in the city. Look into hospitals, train stations, anywhere she might have gone."
Leon nodded without hesitation and swiftly pulled out his phone to make the necessary calls.
Inside, Serena stood in the doorway, arms folded, tears marking her cheeks. "Sean, she's
