Highway 49 lay quiet beneath an amber sky as Robert McAllister rode his motorcycle, the familiar hum easing old memories. Just before sunset, flashing red and blue lights appeared behind him. He pulled over calmly, already suspecting his faulty taillight was the reason.
The officer approached with measured steps and a professional tone. She asked for his license and registration, and Robert handed them over, his hands trembling slightly. When he finally looked up, his breath caught.
Her name badge read Officer Sarah Chen. The name, her eyes, and a small crescent-shaped birthmark below her ear struck him all at once. He had searched for that mark for thirty-one years.
She studied his documents without recognition, while Robert noticed familiar gestures—the way she shifted her weight, the way she tucked her hair back. Memories flooded him: a little girl with crayons, a baby gripping his finger, a promise he never stopped keeping.
She asked him to step off the bike, her tone firm but polite. He complied, his thoughts racing. He remembered the night his daughter vanished with her mother, leaving behind silence and unanswered questions.
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