A sleepy small town
Finally, we arrived in a small, quiet town that felt worlds away from the bustling places we were used to. The streets were peaceful, almost too still. Adam and I began asking around, showing locals Jason’s picture in the hope that someone might recognize him and guide us in the right direction. But with every ‘No,’ it felt as though another door was closing on our already fragile hope.
A Sleepy Small Town
Recognized at the coffee shop
As we continued to search the town, we stopped at a local coffee shop, where the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air. We asked the young barista if he had seen Jason. After studying the picture for a moment, he nodded and casually mentioned spotting someone who fit Jason’s description at a nearby repair garage. His words were simple, but they sparked a glimmer of hope in us. Maybe, just maybe, we were finally getting closer to finding our son.
Recognized At The Coffee Shop
