On the road. On my way to Houston, I stopped at Katy and parked at a local Goodwill. I can’t show up wearing my detective uniform or a pant suit.
I saw a picture you had next to the address. An attractive woman with red hair next to him, blue eyes. She wore a long, red dress. Hopefully he has a type. He did seem happy.
I found a red dress in Goodwill, tags still on it. Meant to be.
I can’t believe I’m dressing up and putting on makeup for him. How deranged is this?
I have stopped looking for you. There is no hope. Statistics are not in your favor. At this point, this isn’t a rescue mission–this is revenge.
I made it to the address. It is a nightmare getting anywhere. The solar flares have destroyed GPS. I’m lucky we still get internet long enough for me to make these posts.
I saw the lady in the pictures. I’m at the right place. But I haven’t seen him yet.
They have a son. Did you know that?
The woman doesn’t look OK. She stares outside their balcony for minutes at a time. There’s a sadness to her, it almost sucks me in.
I’ll stay in the car until he shows up.
A car turned on in front of me. It’s 2:00 a.m. I must have fallen asleep. My mascara is all over the place. Was I crying in my sleep?
Oh my God. It’s him.
Until–
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