Leaving With Determination
As I walked home with Mark, a renewed sense of determination surged through me. “We have to keep searching,” I murmured, more to myself than to him. Mark gave me a playful punch on the shoulder. “I’m all in, man. We’re not stopping until Luna’s back where she belongs.” His unwavering support felt like a lifeline in a turbulent sea. We’d hit countless dead ends before, but this time felt different. The resolve burning in my chest was no longer just a flicker—it was a roaring fire, driving me forward with purpose.
Leaving With Determination
Searching Through Photos
That night, I spent hours sifting through Mom’s old photos, searching for a clue. “There has to be something here,” I thought, flipping through image after image. Each photo felt like a small window into Linda’s past, fragments of her life piecing together a story I didn’t entirely understand. Mark sat beside me, casually munching on chips. “Find anything yet?” he asked, his voice breaking the quiet. I shook my head, a mix of nostalgia and curiosity swirling in my mind. The photos hinted at a version of Linda I had never fully known, leaving me both intrigued and unsettled.
Searching Through Photos
