…Dickinson pov…

I sat down, my mind racing with worry as I read through the statement. The words blurred together, my thoughts consumed by the fear of what might have happened to her. I couldn't just sit here and do nothing, I had to find her.

I reached for my phone, hoping that the distraction of social media or a mindless game might help calm my nerves. As I scrolled through my feed, something caught my eye. The GPS.

I jumped to my feet, my heart pounding in my chest. This was it, the breakthrough I had been waiting for. I raced to the counter, showing Mr. Tony the police...