She was usually so cheerful on the weekend… Every Saturday, she always got out her door with a grin, going over her shopping list. Headphones on, she would walk happily through the streets, maneuvering around any person that walked her way. She would get baking ingredients, sweets, and food for…

Three days. She had not seen him for three days. She could not ask anyone if they had seen him, or what had happened. No one paid Michael the time of day. She knocked on his door each morning, calling. “Michael?” Silence. Like if he was not home at all.…

The bus rattled, its engines having been used for decades. Much like it, its surroundings clung to an older time. Most of the town really looked old, rusty and rural. It would not be an issue for it to be that way… if it weren't for the fact that its…

There he was again. Like a hawk, in any public place she went, he was there. At the opposite sidewalk, roaming the same store, her apartment complex... She could only avoid him inside her own home. In any other case, she would have already filed a case against him, asked…