Looking for Connections
Back at the station, an uneasy feeling lingered, compelling me to dig deeper into who might know Susan personally. I started considering the places she might have frequented, hoping someone out there could recognize her name or face and fill in the missing pieces of this troubling puzzle. There had to be more to her story, and I was determined to uncover it, one way or another.
Looking For Connections
A Trip to the Diner
The next day, I drove to a local diner Susan had mentioned, a spot where her friends often gathered. Stepping inside felt like stepping back in time, with its checkered floor and a jukebox against the wall. I ordered a coffee and scanned the room, sensing curious eyes tracking my every move. This place might hold the answers I was seeking—or at the very least, bring me a step closer.
A Trip To The Diner
