That morning, the sky was slightly overcast. Nathan drove slowly, following a small road toward the place where Olivia had disappeared. The atmosphere in the car was quiet, with only the sound of the air conditioner and the tires rolling over gravel filling the silence.

Elena sat in the passenger seat, staring at the road that felt familiar.

“This place... I feel like I’ve been here before,” Elena murmured softly.

Nathan glanced at her briefly. “You have been here, Elena. Back then, we looked for Olivia together.”

“When Olivia went missing, right?” Elena turned to him, seeking confirmation in Nathan’s expression.

Nathan nodded slowly. “Yes. We used to come here...