Chapter 11

After a while, Alexander received a call. "Mr. Hawke, we found something. Ms. York had a record at Mercy Hospital." Hearing that, he jumped into his car and sped off without a word. In the rearview mirror, he could see the sun dipping low and casting a crimson glow over the river. It was just like the unshed tear that had clung to Vanessa's lashes the last time she looked at him. He pushed open the doors to Mercy Hospital, his face dark with tension. When he saw Vanessa, he would surely… "Vanessa York," the receptionist muttered as she tapped away on her keyboard. "She was discharged this morning." "When exactly?" Alexander's voice turned sharp and cold. "Around... two hours ago?" the nurse replied nervously, shrinking under his intense gaze. Alexander clenched his fists, his knuckles turning pale. He spun on his heel and strode straight to the security office, demanding to see the surveillance footage. The footage flashed frame by frame until a familiar figure finally appeared