Travis Turner squared his shoulders and walked with determined strides down the cobblestone pathway leading to Camila's favorite café, 'Espresso Expressions'. The air was brisk, carrying the scent of roasted coffee beans and a hint of autumn's approach. He had been trying to reach her for days, but her silence was as thick as the fog that morning.

　　"Camila has to be here," he murmured to himself, adjusting the collar of his overcoat as he peered through the large windows. ...