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Mr. Hill was in distress. He has never been this troubled in his life since his wife. And that was almost a long time ago. When he and Alexis got home that night, it was as silent as ever. They were both too sullen to notice that their security alarm went off that night.

The next morning, Mr. Hill woke up letting out an anguished scream from the bottom of his soul. He began wrecking items on his shelves and desk, they were all expensive items but his desperation for Lizzie knew no bounds. “Where is she? Where the fuck is she?!!”

Alexis sat upright in her bedroom, that wasn’t her father. That was a desperate man clinging to the threads of sanity. With trembling hands, she reached for her phone and dialed Mike's number.

"Mike," she began, her voice tight with concern, "it's Alexis. My dad... he's not doing well. Have you found any leads on Lizzie?"

A heavy silence met her question. Finally, Mike spoke, his voice gruff. "I’m working on it sweetheart. Don't worry, I’ll find her."

"Please