After reporting Hayden as missing, we returned home to create flyers to post around the city. My father went to pick up Hayden's parents, my mother is preparing coffee for us to drink. I can't just sit around doing nothing. I spend my time sitting at the computer, creating the flyers. Hayden's parents are talking to their lawyer to expedite the search for Hayden.

At times, I look at the photo of Hayden that I'll use on the flyers. Just then, Hayden's phone, which is near me, starts ringing. I wipe away my tears, take a deep breath to calm myself, and answer the call, trying to sound as composed...