On Your Knees, Don

dle the insecurities and unrequited questions of the netizens about the mysteries once again, but my m

house is decorated with photos of my missing sister. My best

Stacy? Please help me fin

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the whole night and the whole of today too. I star

s like an eternity. I can't wait to find out the meaning of this message. W

asks, setting a cup of steaming coffee

this alone." I respond, taking a sip of my coff

t think you should go. You don't even know this lady. Everyone has been scared to death to give yo

d to my sister. And at this point, even the tiniest bit of clue is crucial. So what she is trying to tell me hurts. "Look, I am not letting even a slight

desperation mean nothing to her, "And what if this is a trap, hu

s time, so I expect her to be spontaneous and say, "Everything hangs on a 50-50 balance. And I am leaning on

is," she sighs, trying to cloak her disapproval, but I am neither blind nor foolish. I ca

and why I have to do this. At least try to be understanding, if not supportive. You are beginning to s

n't the way to tackle this? Irma, what if that mes

oning. I think I am the only one who understands the weight of losing my sister. Neither my friend no

my cold, despotic boyfriend, racks. "What message ar

used to be. We are no longer the people who were planning our wedding. Everything changed when my sister disappeared beca

but the arrogant jerk doesn't even respond

hind his haughtiness and beneath the coldness he emanates, lies a man whom I see a bright future with. That

ring to my feet. I walk around the table with open arms to hug my boyfriend and sample a little bit

tingle with an unfamiliar chill. I am petrifi

e never even once treated me in such a manner. His icy disposition was seldom to this extrem

un

Irma! What is happening tonight?" He qu

happened to babe, my love, and all

ath to soothe my

hing that I think might lead me somewh

if I said something that riled his internal coo

seat, scraping his head

e authorities, huh? Why are you obstinate and bent

menacing manner in which he calculates his movements as he

haven't done anything plausible in their previous disappearances. But this is different. It is my sister's life that we ar

ith my approach to rescuing my sister, but how dare he laugh at me a

I am scared of what will happen to

d. Madness? This, what I am doing to find my missing sister, is madness to hi

re going about this whole thing!" He roars. So unapologetic. "You are a mere journalist, Irma, not a police officer! If you want to do something, your articles are more t

so worked up? Does he care this much for me,

were you in my shoes, would you be seated down with arm

een heat between us, but today it's burning differently. This is not the fire of