POV: Miguel 

“Have you found her Miguel, have you seen your sister?” Mom asked me as I stepped out of my private jet and walked towards her.

“I’m fine mom, thanks for asking,” I responded in a sarcastic tone, throwing my arms around her and chuckling excitedly as I pecked her cheeks on both side, hugging her tightly. She chuckled with me, realizing her mistake and kissing me back excitedly. 

“I’m so sorry, Miguel, I’m just so worried about your sister. It’s your twenty-fifth birthday next week and I still have no blue where she could be. It’s twenty five years already, twenty five years without my beautiful baby girl,”...