He crossed into his home office, unlocked a drawer, and looked at the one object that mattered: a small glass frame containing a faded red ribbon. The fabric was deteriorating despite preservation.
It was 22 years old. Every morning he looked at it. Every morning he had the same thought.
Where is she?
The board meeting unfolded exactly as expected. Congratulations, handshakes, applause for another successful quarter. Isaiah smiled, said the right things, and played the part. Inside, he felt nothing.
Αfterward, his business partner Richard pulled him aside and asked if he was okay. Isaiah said he was fine.
Richard told him he had been saying that for 5 years, ever since he started buying up property in South Chicago. There was no profit in it for years. Why specifically there? Isaiah replied that he had his reasons.
Richard studied him and said it was about the girl he had been looking for. The one he never stopped talking about. Isaiah’s jaw tightened.
Richard told him maybe she did not want to be found. Isaiah told him to drop it.
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