They knocked on several neighbors’ doors, asking if anyone had seen Clara leave the building that morning. Every single neighbor gave the same answer: they hadn’t noticed her at all. No footsteps on the stairs, no front door closing, not even a quick hello in the hallway. It was almost as if she’d never even left the apartment at all.
Back inside the apartment, Leo leaned against the kitchen counter with his arms crossed, watching Adam pace restlessly back and forth. “Maybe one of her coworkers knows what’s going on,” he suggested. “Someone from her job must’ve heard from her recently.” Adam latched onto the idea instantly, grateful for something concrete he could do, someone else he could reach out to for answers.
