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MISSING PERSON

“So you met her here?” another of the officers asked.

“No,” April said, with a big sigh. “I didn’t meet her here. But she said she was coming here. That was the last thing she told me.”

“So you don’t know if she actually came here that day?”

“No,” April replied, grimly.

A heavy wave of hopelessness suddenly overwhelmed her. Her patience with the cops’ questions was beginning to wear thin, revealing the truer emotion underneath it. It was the feeling she had been trying, for weeks now, to avoid: raw despair. That was the exact moment she heard a voice from inside the small crowd of onlookers.

“I saw her,” the voice said.

It was a man’s voice. April and the police officers, and a few stragglers standing around in front of Metropolitan Bakery, suddenly turned around to see who’d spoken. Before April spotted the man, she saw the faces of the people who had seen him: the looks were of startled surprise, curiosity, even amusement. And then she saw what they saw. A young Amish man, with wide shoulders and long limbs, stepped confidently forward.