In the early winter morning, under the dim streetlights, my breath formed frost in the cold air.

　　I pulled my neck into my shoulders as I stared at the slowly approaching car. Inside the car, Lucas was holding a cigarette between his lips, looking exhausted and deeply worried.

　　It seemed like he hadn't found Bethany either.

　　The car passed right in front of me without stopping for even a second, and I watched helplessly as it drove farther ...