POV: Naomi
Sleep didn’t come again after reading the message.
Even though I had laid down and closed my eyes… even though my body was tired… my mind refused to rest.
It kept replaying the message.
Over and over and over again.
“I found a child matching the description of yours…”
I turned on the bed, staring at the wall this time, my fingers gripping the sheet a bit.
This was the fifth lead in three months.
The fifth.
And every single one of them had ended the same way.
Nothing.
Empty.
Wrong child.
False hope.
I let out a long breath and covered my face with my hands.
“I should stop hoping so much…” I whispered to myself.
But I knew I wouldn’t.
Because what else did I have?
The broker had a reputation. Everyone said he was the best when it came to finding missing people. T
