Heather wakes up in a cold sweat again; it's been that way for the past five years. Rubbing her eyes, she rests her head against the pillow to calm herself. “At least I didn’t scream this time,” she says aloud to an empty bedroom.

Heather is plagued by a terrifying, recurring dream and it always starts the same way. She and Kylie are dancing to the music at the bar and having a great time, but when the clock strikes midnight, all of the patrons disappear … except for them.  Kylie motions for Heather to follow her and when she hesitates, Kylie grabs her by the hand and drags her down a dark corridor with Heather struggling the entire time. This of course isn’t even the scariest part for Heather, it’s what she see when she reaches the destination that her friend steers her to.

When Kylie finally lets go of her hand, to Heather’s dismay, she retreats further into the darkness causing Heather lose sight of her. Each time Heather is in this dream, she tries to convince herself not to follow Kylie any further, but her subconscious apparently has other ideas so she continues on. When she reaches Kylie again, she is no longer standing, but lying on the floor allowing a man to strangle her.

Yes, allows, meaning no struggling whatsoever, and this confuses the heck out of Heather each time she views this portion of her dream. It sickens her that this man is hurting her friend and that she can’t do anything to help, her panic always so palpable that it carries over into the waking world when she comes out of the nightmare. The thing that breaks her most is when Kylie mouths the words help me and there is nothing that she can do to come to her aid. It’s at this point in the dream when she surges forward, but an invisible force freezes her in place, preventing her from breaking through the magical barrier. The only thing she can do is watch the life drain out of her friend and stand by doing nothing. At that point she wakes up to face another day without her, without Kylie.

The first time Heather had the nightmare, she cried in her room for hours. After that, she avoided sleep as much as possible in the hopes of not losing her mind. Her constantly worn out appearance and emotional fragility that the dreams caused concerned with her parents so much that they almost checked her into the hospital. She wasn’t coping with Kylie’s disappearance well and they knew it. It took great effort on her part, but Heather was able to convince her parents not to force her into inpatient care. She had asked that they put her in an outpatient psychiatry program and worked hard at getting back to who she was with the assistance of the staff and other physicians, namely Dr. Penny Jones.

With her comforting personality and empathetic nature, Dr. Jones was a godsend. She helped Heather work through her feelings of responsibility for Kylie’s disappearance and other issues that came about due to this traumatic event by giving her a new outlet to aid in her healing. Dr. Jones suggestion of a self-defense class threw Heather off at first, but in the long run she realized that it was brilliant because it somehow gave her back the control that she lost.

The dreams continued, but her classes and regular treatment allowed her to function normally. She even went back to school six months later, but instead of finishing out her original major of Hospitality Management, Heather switched it to Journalism with a minor in Literature. She picked that minor because it was Kylie’s major and she wanted another way to be close to her. Though it took her an extra three years to finish, Heather needed the expertise that the program would provide to assist with her future endeavor. Finding Kylie.

Kylie’s mother was devastated when she went missing and with her husband dying years earlier and no other living relatives, Kylie was all that she had. Heather helped her put up fliers and organize searches in the surrounding areas, but her body was never found. The only things located were her smashed phone and her torn bloody shirt in the parking lot behind the bar. The surveillance tapes from that night also gave no new information because the system was down for service. There was a hotline established, but all of the tips they received didn’t pan out. Despite the amount of people who were there that night, no witnesses were found. No one even remembered Heather being there, which she thought was strange because she had spoken to several people that night.

After two years, her mom gave up hope, drowning herself in a bottle to dull the pain of her loss. As Heather got better, Kylie’s mom descended into darkness, letting her alcoholism eventually kill her. One night, her mother was driving drunk and her car careened off a bridge. It was deemed an accident, but when Heather went to visit the site of the accident, she saw no tire marks. Her parents and the community raised money to help bury Kylie’s mother.

Heather spent the first three years of Kylie’s disappearance gathering as much information as she could: possible sightings of Kylie, of routes she used to take home, and she was even able to finagle her cell phone records from one of her father’s cop friends. She brought the documents to the lead detective, only to be turned away. He informed her that “it’s been too long” and “she’s most likely dead.”  After that encounter, and with Kylie’s mom gone now, Heather felt it was up to her to keep searching. Despite the recurring dreams, she never thought Kylie died, and she was determined to find out what really happened to her friend.

After college, Heather applied for a job at one of city’s top newspapers, hoping to gain access to their resources and connections, which would assist in her pursuit. With her degree from a great school, she assumed that she’d land a reporter job immediately, but she was quickly proven wrong.

On her first day at the paper, Heather was informed by her hiring manager, Gary, that she was only qualified to be an assistant to the top homicide investigative reporter and had to “earn her keep” before she could rise in the ranks; whatever that meant. When she handed him the paperwork from HR and pointed out that it showed her title as Investigative Reporter, Gary actually laughed at her and then his exact words were, “Look honey, since this is your first day, I’ll cut you some slack, but the only investigating that you’ll be doing is finding out if your boss needs cream and sugar."  What a dick.

Heather’s actual boss wasn't as bad, but he had his moments. On one occasion, she forgot to put the correct date on one of his press releases, and he went crazy, yelling at her in front of the entire office. She kept her emotions in check that day until lunch, but in a weak moment she ran to the restroom and cried. Her fellow coworkers, Kat and Jess, found her in a stall. They coaxed her out and took her to happy hour, where Heather proceeded to get extremely drunk and spill the beans about Kylie. At first they were shocked, and a little surprised that anyone would go to such lengths for a person, but the more they got to know Heather, the more they understood why. Kat and Jess decided they would help her in any way they could.

Kat worked in the photography department and it was part of her job to keep track of all the submissions from freelance photographers. Heather gave Kat a photo of Kylie and asked her to forward any picture that resembled her along with the photographer’s information; she wanted to interview them later. Kat also connected Heather with a private investigator named Jim, who did research and field work for a reasonable price.

Jess was Heather’s other blessing; she was not only the resident gossip who cheered Heather up on her worst days, but she was also the assistant to the editor of the paper. This meant that Jess had a ridiculous amount of connections. She knew all the assistants from every police station and had even dated a cop who was “the best fuck of her life.” They broke up because, according to Jess, “he was too needy for her unicorn free spirit.” They did remain friends and it was through that connection that Heather was able to obtain police reports, specifically of incidents involving women who possibly fit Kylie’s description.

With the help of Jess and Kat, Heather had been collecting documents related to Kylie’s disappearance for the past two years and posting them to a wall in her second bedroom. The idea came from the show called Prison Break. It was about some guy trying to break his wrongly convicted brother out of jail by getting locked up and breaking out of the building. She initially binge watched it on Netflix because Jess said the lead character, Michael, had some sexy tattoos. After drooling over him for the first couple of episodes, Heather started to pay more attention to his research methods, how he organized evidence and decided to adapt them to her own. She even posted hers on the wall at her house in a similar fashion.  

Heather got her first real lead over two weeks ago when Kat came across a grainy image of a woman that appeared to have similar features as Kylie. She managed to get an IT guy from her office, Burt, to enhance the photo by promising him Kat’s phone number.  Of course Kat was pissed, but for her sake, Kat agreed to have coffee with him. Burt completed the task and sure enough, it was Kylie, at least it really looked like her, but the photo was still fairly blurry, even with the work Burt did to it. The picture itself showed two extremely large dark-haired men flanking her on both sides. One of them holding the back of her neck while she looked down. She noticed that they were waiting in front of a place called Club W and thought that this was the best place to start searching.

During some preliminary investigation, Heather discovered that the club itself has been around for two hundred years under different names, but the family ownership never changed.  She thought the strange part about the club was how the owner had been pictured fifty years apart, but his face remained the same. She voiced these concerns to Jim, requesting that he do some fieldwork for her.

After more digging, Jim called Heather and informed her that he found “something big.”  He told her that he had to check a few things, but would call in two days. That was a week ago and she still hasn’t heard from him. This slightly concerned her because he has never been out of contact before for this long, but Kat told her not to worry because Jim occasionally goes on gambling binges. Against her better judgment, she decided to give him one more day before hunting him down.

“Get up Heather,” she says out loud to herself, pulling the blanket off her body. Heather sits ups and swings her legs over the side of the mattress. Placing both feet on the floor, she pushes herself off the bed and walks to the bathroom. She has work in an hour and needs to get going. After turning on the shower, she removes her nightgown and hops in for ten minutes.

Feeling clean and refreshed, Heather gets dressed and heads to the kitchen to pick up her coffee, putting in cream and sugar in the raw to complete another one of her morning rituals.

Staring at her Kylie wall for the umpteenth time, she takes a sip of coffee. Her conscience eats at her whenever she takes a moment to think about that night. I was so selfish, she thinks to herself while reviewing the latest lead.  

She sighs while shaking her head and leaves the room. She heads back to the kitchen and places her finished coffee cup in the sink. Her furry roommate startles her by rubbing his head and body against her leg.

“Thanks for scaring me, Fred.” She stoops down and scratches behind her cat’s ear, eliciting a rare purr from the feline. “You're getting stealthy as you age. Remind me to get you a bell.” She scoops up the cat and walks to the pantry. “Mommy will get you some food,” she coos, placing the cat on the floor.

After feeding her companion, Heather grabs her phone and checks the time.

“Shit. I’m going to be late. Gotta go, Fred, and please try not to mess up the new couch too much.” The cat meows, turns around and walks away.

“I hope that means yes and not kiss my ass, cat,” she yells while rushing out the door.

Running a couple of lights and possibly going over the speed limit multiple times, Heather makes it to work on time.  She’s glad she wasn’t late because her sometimes-bipolar boss, Brian, tends to have meltdowns when she is.

“Whew,” she exhales, placing her purse on the desk.

“Not so fast, missy.” Heather jumps, surprised by a recognizable voice behind her. Turning around hurriedly, she sees see her two best friends staring at her with sly grins on their faces.

“Dammit. You bitches scared the shit out of me. For a moment, I thought you were that douchebag boss of mine.” She glares at them, crossing her arms in front of her chest. They both start to giggle like a bunch of crazies.

“We just wanted to get here first, to not only bust your balls,” Kat admits, “but to also have a little chat with you.”

Heather raises an eyebrow. “Do I really want to know what you two have cooked up for me?”

“Probably not,” Jess replies, “but we’re going to tell you anyway, so sit.” Jess grabs Heather’s shoulders and guides her to her chair, pushing her gently down in the seat. Kat sits across from her on the desk, letting Jess handle the show.

Pacing around her chair like a general about to torture a prisoner, Jess begins to speak. “Kat and I had a talk." Jess crosses her arms behind her back, her right hand gripping her left wrist.

“What did the two of you talk about? How awesomely funny I am? ” She grins, hoping to steer the conversation in another direction.

“Nice try,” Kat states. “See Jess, I told you she would do this.”

Jess frowns. “No deflecting today.” She points her finger at her chest. “You need to hear this from us.”

Rolling her eyes, Heather sighs.

“Well, since you cornered me, I guess I have no choice, so hit me with it.”

“Well, we ummm ...” Jess stumbles with her words.

“Just say it already,” Heather demands, nervously bouncing her right leg.

   “Fine,” Jess snaps. “We think you need to get laid. I mean seriously, when is the last time you had a good fuck? We see you come in every day looking worn out and tired. You need to put some color back into your skin and this is the best way to do it.”

Heather’s mouth drops open, and she looks back and forth between Jess and Kat. Are they serious?

“And,” Kat continues, “you will be no good to Kylie if you actually do find her because you’re such a ball of stress all the time.”

“Seriously guys, I’m fine. It’s not like I don’t go out to happy hour with you two, so what’s the big deal anyway?”

“The big deal,” Kat scolds, “is that every time we do go out, you don’t even try to talk to any guys.”

“Yeah,” Jess interjects. “You have two or three drinks and leave right after.” Placing a hand on her shoulder, she looks at her pleadingly. “You really need a date, babe.”

Heather doesn’t understand how they came to this conclusion. Sure, she keeps to herself most of the time, but that’s only because she doesn’t have time for anything else. Besides, she has a real lead on Kylie, and she doesn’t want to mess this up like she has everything else.

“But I am so close now, guys. I haven’t felt this much hope in five years. Can’t you understand that?” she pleads.  Heather removes Jess’s hand from her shoulder and shoots up abruptly. She scoots around a now standing Kat and strides quickly toward the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind herself. Leaning against the door she takes in a deep breath and releases it in an attempt to clear her mind.

“Let us in, Heather,” Kat’s muffled voice comes through from the other side, the locked handle jiggling.

She waits a beat and then reluctantly backs away from the door, turning around to unlock it. She yanks it open, stepping aside to allowing her friends to enter. They will most likely scold her for overreacting, but she doesn’t care. She knows they mean well, but Heather has been touchy about dating ever since Kylie was taken. She’s not afraid of the opposite sex; she just doesn’t want any distractions that will cause her to lose focus. When they both clear the door, she locks it again, leaning against it afterward.

“You okay, hon?” Jess slowly approaches Heather.

“I’m fine,” she sighs, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Sorry. I freaked out,” she mumbles, as her gaze drops down to her shoes. Heather has always been slightly touchy when it came to her personal life. She’s been in previous relationships before, but with all the Kylie stuff she didn’t have the time to be with anyone else.

“No worries, babe.” Kat puts a hand on her shoulder, coaxing her to slide her eyes back to hers.

“We’re doing our duty as best friends and looking out for your well-being.”

She smiles wryly. “Perhaps, I might need to loosen up a bit.”

Jess waves a hand in the air as if she’s trying to clear her space from a group of swarming invisible mosquitos, but really it makes her look crazy.

Heather giggles at this motion causing Jess to give her a death glare, which is about as scary as a newborn kitten. Jess then annoyingly states, “Enough with all this weirdness, let’s get back to the getting laid discussion.”

Heather nods at her friend’s suggestion because she knows with Jess that once you get her going, it’s very hard to get her to stop. Jess can sometimes be like a 24-hour stomach virus, meaning you need to let it run its course no matter how annoying and painful it is because in the end, you’ll feel a lot better afterward.

“Please explain what you mean by loosening up, Heather, because if it doesn’t involve your legs wrapped around another man, woman or whatever you’re into, then I do not want to hear your response.”

“Well you see ...” Heather makes the mistake of opening her mouth before Jess finishes her rant, but is quickly silenced by another hand gesture that isn’t as friendly. She ignores this because Jess is of course Jess.

“Come to think of it, what are you into?” Jess gives her a pointed look of which Heather ignores. “Because I have never seen you with anyone over the past two years other than us and that’s just wrong. I couldn’t imagine not getting laid for that long a period of time. The mere thought gives me heart palpitations and not the good kind I get when I’m stalking random topless hot guys on Instagram.” Jess narrows her eyes at her. “I hope you at least have a Battery Operated Boyfriend to take care of your needs because no self-respecting single girl lives without one.”

Heather can no longer hold it back and bursts out laughing at her friend’s ranting, her body also shaking uncontrollably. After a few beats, she manages to control herself to lightly scold both of them. They mean well, but, for the love of God did they really think she was a lesbian, not that there is anything wrong with that of course, but had she really not shown any interest in men all this time? Heather shakes her head, deciding not to focus on that right now.

Wagging a finger in between Kat and Jess, she admonishes, “You,” she points at Kat, “and especially you,” her gaze lands on Jess, “need to seriously chill the fuck out.” She tries not to sound as annoyed as she feels because she knows they mean well and continues. “I know you two worry about me and even though it’s slightly creepy, want to make sure that little Heather gets some occasional loving, but I assure you, she’s okay. For the record, I do have an awesome electronic device, which has a remote for convenience, and I use him on a regular basis.”

She takes in a sharp breath and continues her response, even though verifying her sexual activity at 9:30a.m. in the morning on a Friday wasn’t something listed on her daily calendar.

“I promise I will try to relax more, but I’ll never fully be able to until I have Kylie back, or at least find out what happened to her.  And finally, since you were wondering, I’m into guys. I never discuss my past boyfriends because I wasn’t ever exclusive with anyone. There were a few back in college, but when all of this stuff with Kylie went down I sort of lost interest. A mental breakdown would do that to you.” She gives each of them a deadpan look, which causes them both to shrink back only a bit.

Based on their body language, Heather decides to tone it back because they’re her friends after all, and they only want good things for her. Though she’s pretty sure that she’ll regret her next words, Heather says them anyway to appease the crazy ladies that she has grown to love.

Crossing her arms in front, she eyes her friends’ mutual hopeful expressions and groans, “Okay.”

Immediately after the words leave her mouth, Heather realizes that she’s been had because of the simultaneous matching slow grins that spread on Jess and Kat’s face. This was a fucking set up.

She waits for them to deliver the bad news, mentally repeating the mantra that she will not kill her friends, being that she liked them and it was against the law.

“I’m glad you said that,” Kat says.

“Because we set you up on a blind date,” Jess blurts out while jumping up and down.

“Guys…” Heather groans, inwardly knowing that her protest won’t matter when the two of them set their mind to something like this.

“No take backsies,” Jess states as she spins in a circle, barely able to contain her glee.

“Guys, seriously, I am a grown woman and can make my own dates. Besides, I thought we were going out tonight.”

“That’s what we wanted you to think, but in reality you have a date with one of Jess’s friends, so make yourself look pretty and wear your sluttiest outfit. Remember, the plan is not to get a boyfriend, but gain a fuck buddy.”

“You would say that, Kat,” Heather mutters, rubbing her temples in frustration. “Umm … suddenly I feel like I’m coming down with a headache. Maybe you should cancel.”

“Don’t even try it,” Kat orders in a no nonsense tone. “Jess has been dying to tell you about this all week, but I convinced her to keep quiet because I knew you would try to back out. That being said, here are two Tylenol for your pretend headache.” Kat reaches in her pocket and pulls out two individual Tylenol packets and places them on the bathroom counter.

“You forget that Jess and I have known you for two years so I always come prepared for your evasive tactics.” Kat points to the Tylenol and orders, “Please pick them up.”

With her arms still crossed Heather glares at Kat and this turns into a staring contest that lasts for a few minutes until Jess once again breaks up their stare down.

“Since we all have jobs and can’t hang in a locked bathroom forever, we’re gonna need an answer from you in the next few minutes. Also, by my watch, it’s almost time for Janet’s daily trip to the stall and none of us wants to be around for that.” 

Heather shakes her head at this crazy girl’s crudeness and the fact that both of them tricked her into this. She uncrosses her arms and runs a palm over her forehead.

“Wanna have some possible naked fun with one of my good guy friends?” Jess stares at her expectantly, waiting for her inevitable response.

Rolling her eyes, Heather snatches the Tylenol packets, puts them in her pocket and clips, “Okay, fine. What time do I need to be ready by?”

“Oh goodie!” Jess replies, while clapping her hands and bouncing in delight.  

Kat shakes her head at Jess and responds, “Steve will meet you at McRangel’s Bar at 8p.m. so don’t be late.”

“Yeah, yeah whatever,” she grumbles as they all prepare to leave the bathroom and get back to their desks. She goes on to say, “You guys are so lucky that I love you bitches, because any sane person would ignore this completely.”

“Yes, we are,” Kat agrees, as she unlocks the door and ushers Jess out in front of her.

“Giving them a final wave, Heather stays behind to compose herself. While checking her reflection in the mirror, her mind flashes to the last day she saw Kylie and a startling thought crosses her mind.

Is this how Kylie felt after being forced by her to come to the bar that night?

She shakes the thought out of her head just as fast as it got there and splashes some cold water from the automatic faucet on her face. God forbid she blame herself any more today than she already has in past. This day is not turning out how she thought it would, but she chooses to chalk it up to a full moon and leaves the bathroom, lumbering back to her desk. Deciding to submerge herself in office madness for the rest of the morning seems like a great idea for the moment because there is no way in hell she wants to think about her impending dating doom later tonight. Nope, nope, nope.

* * *

Heather spends most lunch hours at her desk, occasionally dining with Jess and Kat to keep them off her back. It’s not that she’s a loner…well she kind of is, but her reasons for dodging them is to focus on her search. However, she definitely appreciates the effort they put in trying to make her feel a part of something, even though she thinks she doesn’t deserve it.

Five minutes to noon, Heather prepares to go to the break room and grab her lunch, but she is interrupted by her vibrating cell inside her purse, indicating she has a text. It had rung a couple of times today, but she didn’t get the chance to pick it up because she was swamped. When she finally gets the phone in her hand she notices two missed calls from Jim. Instead of calling him back, she opens the texting app and reads the first message.

Jim: Can we meet? Uncovered some new info on your friend.

Heather takes in a sharp breath after reading his first message and types a quick response.

Heather: That’s gr8! Where have you been? Can I call u?

Jim: No. Not safe where I am. They might be watching.

Her brows draw in at this response but she carries on with the conversation, ignoring the small twinge of uneasiness that settles in her belly.

Heather: Huh? Who’s this “they” you’re referring to? Are you okay?

Jim: Never mind. Just meet me at Hole in the Wall at 1:30p.m.

Heather: Okay, I’ll see you there.

Weird, Heather thought as she scrolled through the message a second time. When did Jim get all cloak and dagger on me? She shoots her boss a quick email about a fake doctor’s appointment in order to cover for the meeting with Jim because she figures with travel and waiting time she may be delayed. After locking her computer, she packs her phone and car keys in her purse and heads out of the office building with a new sense of hope. Perhaps today isn’t so bad after all.

Heather arrives at the bar in record time and is seated immediately by the waitress. She is too nervous to eat anything, so she orders a tea to pass the time. Taking a sip of her drink, she tries not to get too excited about what Jim may have found. There have been plenty of leads before that haven’t panned out, and getting her hopes up only to be disappointed would definitely suck.

Twenty minutes, a second tea, and an annoyed waitress later and Jim still hasn’t shown up. She finds his tardiness odd, because Jim is usually very punctual. Heather makes one final call to his cell, receiving no response. In fact, it goes directly to voicemail and it’s already way past her time to go.

Shit.

Not wanting to return any later than she already is from her meeting, she puts some money on the table and prepares to leave the restaurant. She will have a few choice words for Jim when he finally does get in touch with her.

Feeling angry and crestfallen, she lumbers down the deserted hallway toward the exit, but before she has the chance to reach the door, someone comes from behind, startling her.  Wrapping their arm around her waist and putting a hand over her mouth, the unknown individual quickly pulls her inside the dimly lit coat check room. Heather goes on autopilot, accessing her self-defense moves and grabs one of her attacker’s fingers, pulling it back.  The assailant, who she now realizes is a man, grunts and releases, leaving her ample time to rotate her body, grab him by the shoulders, and knee him in the balls. He falls to the floor and curls into a ball, holding on to his crotch as if her knee might have knocked something out of place.

“Motherfucking hell,” her would be kidnapper cries, still cupping both his hands over his groin. “Why on earth did you do that? For fuck’s sake, I want to have kids one day, Heather.”  

She winces when she recognizes the voice. “Jim, what the hell? I could have hurt you.”

“Could have? My aching balls tell a different story,” he manages, his voice unsteady.

She bends over, extends a hand and helps him up. “Sorry, but it’s your fault. Why did you grab me like that anyway?” she blasts as they both rise. “And what’s with all this secretive stuff?” Jim doesn’t respond.

Reaching up, Heather grabs the string and turns the overhead light on and is immediately startled by Jim’s unkempt appearance. He usually wears decent tailored suits and is clean-shaven, but today, however, he looks scruffy and haggard, as if he hasn’t showered or slept in days.

Her face softens, showing real concern. “Are you okay? You seriously look like something chewed and spat you out.”

“I’m fine but …” He pauses, glancing over his shoulder before he starts to speak again. “So, you remember when I called you last week and said I needed to check something out?”

“Yes of course." She nods eagerly. “I thought you would have called me sooner. What held you up?”

“Something … I’d rather not get into it,” he says, eyes widening in fear, and sweat runs down the side of his face. “Look, I just came to give you this folder.” He yanks it out of his jacket pocket, shoving it in her hands. “It explains everything, and, I, uh, have to leave town.”

Heather furrows her brow, giving him a questioning look.

“Leave town?” She grabs his arm in an attempt to get her point across. “But I might need you for something else, and I thought you said you’d stick with me until we find her.”

Jim remains silent as he stares at her. At the last moment, he jerks his arm back and heads toward the exit. Right before he leaves, he turns around and says, “There are things out there that I never knew existed before taking this case. Things I didn’t want to know existed. Take my advice. Don’t open that file. Forget about Kylie and go on with your life, because once you read that, your world will never be the same. Watch your back, Heather.” With that, he walks out the closet.

She stands inside of the coat room dumbfounded, wondering what in these documents would spook him so much. Though she’s worries about his reaction to this new information, Heather must know what happened to her friend, no matter what Jim says. She reaches into the manila envelope pulling out a series of photos, reports and other financial documents. As she’s skimming some of the paperwork, one photo falls on the floor. Bending over, she picks it up, reading the inscription on the back.

KR – Park.

She turns the picture around and gasps, recognizing a clear image of her friend, proving what she already knew in her heart. She’s alive.