"Still... can't find Ivy?" Mabel Quinn asked nervously as Kyle Kinston walked into the mansion, her eyes filled with intense longing.
"Wait a few more days, maybe there will be news!" Kyle replied. These days, all his energy was focused on finding their daughter, but he had come up empty-handed. Although reason told him that the chances of finding her were slim. The place where Francine Howards' parents left Ivy, according to the information he had, indeed had wild animals roaming. A five-year-old girl, not seen by anyone nearby, and after checking all available surveillance without any findings, the greatest possibility could only be... he dared not think further, nor did he dare to despair.
If he despaired, then what about Mabel?
In any case, he must give Mabel hope, as long as there was any glimmer of possibility, as long as he didn't see his daughter's corpse for a day, he would continue to search.
