The girl gasped as soon as she saw it.
Inside was a photo.
Her mother.
“That’s… my mom,” she whispered.
The biker closed his eyes for a moment.
“So she really did it…” he said quietly.
The stranger at the counter finally stood up.
“She was never supposed to disappear,” he said angrily.
The girl stepped back. “What are you talking about?”
The biker looked at the stranger now, completely different energy in his eyes.
“No more games,” he said. “Where is Sarah?”
The stranger smiled—but it was nervous.
“You don’t understand what you’re waking up.”
The girl suddenly shouted, “Tell me!”
Silence.
Then, far outside, faint sirens started to grow louder.
The stranger looked toward the exit.
“…They’re already here,” he whispered.
And then he ran.
The biker grabbed the girl’s hand immediately.
“Don’t let go,” he said.
They rushed out into the night together, chasing answers neither of them was prepared for… and a truth that had been buried for years was finally starting to surface.
