Margaret POV

If Amelia existed, she hid herself well.

Too well.

For three days straight, I chased her shadow across the city like a woman possessed. I retraced every step from the supermarket, every possible route she could have taken after disappearing into the crowd. I sent people. Quiet people. Expensive people. The kind who didn’t ask questions, only delivered results.

They delivered nothing.

No address.

No phone records.

No social media trail.

No employment ...