He stared at the empty bed beside him. His fingers clenched tightly with restless tension.
“Ember, where are you?” he murmured to himself.
His assistant, Callan Smith, cautiously rapped on the door before stepping inside with a report in hand.
“Mr. Ferguson, we… We still haven’t found any trace of Ms. Sloane.”
Callan braced himself and continued under Atlas‘ piercing glare, which seemed ready to tear him apart.
“Ms. Sloane seems to have vanished without a trace. We’ve checked every station, airport, and border crossing in the city but found no travel records.
“Her old phone number and bank accounts have all been deactivated. There’s nothing left…”
Before Callan could finish, Atlas slammed his fist onto the bed frame. The sound echoed sharply in the
room.
His head dropped as a bitter smile curled on his lips.
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“Ember, do you hate me that much? So much that you won’t even leave me a shred of hope?” he thought to himself.
“Keep searching,” he rasped as he instructed Callan. “Don’t you find her!”
stop until
After Callan left, Atlas pulled out his phone again and opened Ember’s social media account.
It was a ritual he repeated countless times a day as looking at the posts that proved they had once been in love was the only solace he had left.
The latest post remained the same a month–old update where Ember had enthusiastically prepared for their ski trip.
She had even posted a picture with the caption, “Looking forward to our snowy adventure.”
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At the time, Atlas hadn’t realized that trip would mark their final farewell.
Unable to bear the pain, he closed the app and lowered his head to press a kiss to Ember’s image on the
screen.
“Ember, I will find you.
