A Gentle Catalyst

Yates and Miranda had had quite a few to drink and were now reminiscing the past.

The man looked at Miranda and spoke empathetically, “All these years, you’ve been searching for your kid. Are you getting any closer to finding her?”

A hint of desolation crept over her refined features. “It has been more than twenty years, but there’s not a single piece of useful information. I’m not even sure if sh