Zara’s POV

I pulled up the woman’s social media again to confirm the address. I memorized it and dragged myself out of bed. I wanted to sleep in more, but my desire to find answers was stronger. 

My stomach tightened as I drove. The city blurred past me, cars honking and pedestrians chatting, and vendors shouting. With every mile I was closer to the address, my pulse quickened and my chest shrank.

The street was unfamiliar, narrow, and filled with houses. I wondered where her workplace ...