Rest Stop Puzzle
We arrived at the rest stop, a place so unremarkable in the past that I wouldn’t have given it a second glance. But now, it carried the weight of an unsolved mystery that had lingered for decades. Smith and I combed through the area, the air heavy with anticipation. “Do you think they were here?” I asked, desperate to uncover any connection. Smith paused, his expression pensive. “It’s possible,” he replied. It was surreal, trying to view this ordinary place through the lens of a distant, elusive past.
Rest Stop Puzzle
Michael’s Notes Surface
As I sat at the picnic table, I spread out the journal pages, each one covered in Michael’s unmistakable handwriting. One page immediately caught my eye—a name repeated several times, accompanied by a description he seemed fixated on. “What’s this about?” I murmured, my finger tracing a circle he had drawn around it. Smith leaned in, his brow furrowed as he studied the page. “Looks like someone he was planning to meet,” he said thoughtfully. “But who?” I asked, the question stirring a flood of curiosity and setting my mind alight with possibilities.
Michael’s Notes Surface
