Daniel stayed awake all night.
After daybreak, he began frantically searching for Serena.
The private investigator pulled every connection he had and combed through every record from airports, train stations, and border checkpoints, but found no trace of her.
Like a drop of water merging into the ocean, she vanished completely from the face of the earth.
She had left so cleanly and decisively, as if she had made thorough preparations for this day long ago.
In despair, he dialed Jessie's number.
The phone rang for a long time before it was answered.
"Hello?" Jessie's voice held a note of irritation.
"It's me." Daniel's voice was dry and raspy. "Where is Serena?"
A scoff came from the other end of the line. "And who are you, sir? Oh, I remember now—Mr. Johnson, the man who treats hi
