Bruce stood by the car—his back facing the driver's door—silently, as his mind drifted.

Lisa was about to open the passenger door, but when she noticed he wasn’t getting in, she stopped. Closing the door softly, and then walked towards him.

“We are going to find her, okay?” she said gently.

Bruce exhaled shakily. “How? Everything feels like a loose end. I can’t even imagine what she’s going through right now… and I’m just here. Useless. Not even able to find a single clue ...