The Search
That night, after Gabriel’s party, I unfolded the map and typed the address into my phone. It was two hours away.
The next morning, after sending Gabriel to school, I grabbed the box and drove.
The town was quiet, with old buildings and empty streets. I found the mechanic’s shop from the photo, but it was abandoned.
As I stood there, an older man approached.
“Looking for someone?” he asked.
I showed him the photo.
