Kyla
“Have you seen this girl?” I ask as I push the flyer into the man’s hand.
He looks down at it and shakes his head. He looks at me. “No, sorry.” Then, he walks away.
I’ve been handing out flyers and asking if people have seen my daughter every day since she went missing. I’ve been in four different towns, hoping someone would know something. But either no one has seen her, or they don’t want to say anything.
My heart breaks with each No.
There are those who won’t even give me the time of day. They walk away without even looking at me or the flyer, and all I want to do is grab them, shake them, and ask them if they would walk away if this were their child. I have yelled at a few people, frustration getting the better of me. But those people pay me no mind.
I’m barely coping. I ca
