Mac knew that every step he took was counted.

Accounted. Noted. Recorded.

Strangers would stare at him.

Fixing their gaze.

Smirking. Mocking.

He heard a silent voice.

‘You’ll never find her. She’s gone for good.’

That may very well be the case,’ replied Mac, ‘but I doubted her once and will not ever again.’

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