Speaking with the Regulars
I approached a group at the corner table, and their laughter died down as I introduced myself. “I’m looking for someone—Susan,” I said. “Do any of you know her?” They exchanged glances, whispers passing through the group, and I hoped someone would offer a clue or some insight. In moments like this, every word could matter, and I needed them to trust me.
Speaking With The Regulars
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A Well-Known Sight
Finally, one of the regulars—a tall guy named Jake—spoke up. “Yeah, I saw her a few days ago with her husband and his mom,” he said. His tone was casual, but his eyes betrayed a mix of pity and unease. I leaned in, urging him to keep talking, knowing that anything he remembered could be the key to understanding what Susan was truly up against.
A Well Known Sight
