“I don’t know,” I said. “But I need you to help me find him before he disappears again.”
“I’ll send out an alert, ma’am.”
I took a seat. Every time the door opened, my whole body went rigid.
I kept asking myself the same questions on a loop: What if he’s already on a bus? What if he’s gone? What if that was my only chance?
Close to midnight, the officer walked over to me.
“I need you to help me find him before he disappears again.”
“We found him. He was near the bus terminal. They’re bringing him in as we speak.”
A wave of relief crashed over me. “And the girl who was with him?”
“He was alone.”
They brought Daniel into a small interview room.
I didn’t realize I was crying until I felt it on my face. “You’re alive. Do you have any idea how worried I’ve been? And when I finally found you… Why did you run from me?”
He looked down at the table. “I didn’t run from you.”
“And the girl who was with him?”
“Then what—”
“I ran because of Maya.”
And then he told me everything.
In the weeks before Daniel disappeared, Maya had confided in him. She told him that her stepfather had been getting increasingly quick-tempered and unpredictable. He yelled and broke things nearly every evening.
“She said she couldn’t stay there anymore,” Daniel said. “She was scared.”
