Mala's POV
I picked up my phone and opened my i********: page again for the fourth time within thirty minutes, I Scrolled through the page frantically my heart beat racing, I was looking out for something positive, at least a little spark of hope. I checked the comments to the last post I made fourty five minutes ago:
#RescueIvanaPrute...
it had gone Viral already totaling a whooping five million views.
it has been five months and two weeks since my best friend and soul sister disappeared, no calls , no text messages, nothing. I knew Ivana would never ghost me. She apologizes over a spilled coffee, laughs when I burn dinner, leans in when I cry about a bad date, she had become more than a friend to me and we don't keep secrets from each other.
I set my phone down again and stared at h
