Other times she was the crushing weight in his chest whenever he passed a playground and saw fathers pushing their daughters on the swings.
Five years had gone by since his daughter Isabella vanished on what had been an ordinary afternoon. The world kept moving, but for Michael, time had stopped that day.
At forty-two, Michael was one of the most powerful real estate developers in Chicago. He owned a multimillion-dollar empire, a Bentley that turned heads at every light, and a mansion in an elite neighborhood where everything shined… except his eyes.
He could close million-dollar deals without hesitation,
but he couldn’t glance at Isabella’s photograph without feeling something inside him tear apart.
That afternoon, he was returning from another empty business meeting.
They had finalized a major contract. People congratulated him. Applauded him. He felt nothing but exhaustion.
On impulse, he told his driver to pull over. He wanted to drive. Then he took a different route through downtown, as if new streets might quiet the storm inside him.
Traffic crawled. Horns blared. The city roared as it always did.
Michael drove absentmindedly until something caught his eye on the sidewalk.