“Excuse me.”

Donald gave his best customer service smile. “What can I do for you?”

“I’m sorry.” The woman hesitated. “I actually just wanted to ask you if you remember the girl that was always on the corner.”

Donald looked out through the window of the restaurant to the corner the woman suggested. He knew exactly who she was talking about. He didn’t know her name, of course, but she had been there almost every single time that he had been working. When the door would open and someone would come in, he could hear the guitar from across the street, barely from over the sound of the traffic.

Now that he thought about it, it had been a couple days since he had seen her there. That was odd.

He nodded. “I remember her. What is it? What about her?”

She didn’t look like she knew what to say at this point. “I was just wondering if you knew where she went?”

It was then that Donald considered that something might have been wrong.