Monday evening...
The lights in the CEO's office were still on.
Everyone else had already gone home.
Only Adrian remained.
The photograph lay on his desk.
Emma.
Standing outside a small clinic.
One hand resting protectively over her stomach.
The date burned into his memory.
Four years ago.
Exactly one month later, she disappeared.
Adrian picked up the photograph again.
His fingers tightened.
"...Why?"
A soft knock broke the silence.
Daniel stepped inside.
"You haven't gone home."
Adrian didn't look up.
"Neither have you."
Daniel smiled faintly.
"I assumed you'd still be here."
He wasn't wrong.
Adrian placed the photograph back on the desk.
"What else did you find?"
Daniel opened another folder.
"The clinic closed two years ago."
"The records were transferred."
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