The Search
Years later, after he had everything money could buy, Daniel found himself haunted by one question:
What happened to her?
He began to search — through city records, shelters, and local churches. It wasn’t easy; he didn’t even know her last name. All he had was a memory of her gentle voice and the faded scarf she had wrapped around his neck.
Months passed. Just as he was about to give up, an old shelter worker recognized his story.
“Elena?” the man said. “Yes, I remember her. She used to volunteer here years ago.”
Daniel’s heart raced.
He tracked her down — and finally, one rainy afternoon, his car stopped in front of a small, modest house on the outskirts of town.
