The Search and a Toast

HAYES

I stare down at my phone screen, scowling deeply as I dial the familiar number for what feels like the hundredth time since I returned to the States. I know it is completely futile, but a small, stubborn part of me still holds out hope for a miracle. I miss my childhood best friend terribly, and I would do anything to see him again. The private investigator I hired has been combing all of N