On Monday, I learned from my bank that Lisa had withdrawn some money, but not enough to raise any alarms. I didn’t care about the money, I just wanted her back. Over the following months, I hired multiple private detectives, but none ever found much in the way of leads. She just seemed to vanish. Back then, without online searches and social media, it was very difficult to find someone who didn’t want to be found. And clearly, Lisa did not want to be found.
Amy missed her mom, but was still young enough to adapt to the change. She did well in school and as the years passed, she followed in my footsteps and developed an interest in computers. By the time she received her master’s degree in artificial intelligence, she was engaged to another computer nerd, and they were married that same year.
I retired along the way, and Amy and her husband gave me three wonderful grandkids to dote on. They’re all teenagers now, and the cycle of life continues. Now I use much of my leisure time leveraging the web and old news articles and such to try and find my darling Lisa. I still believe she’s out there somewhere, healthy and waiting, and hoping I’ll rescue her one last time. It’s a nice fantasy, and one I dearly hope is true. Because frankly, the alternative is far too horrible to even consider.
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Dear Reader, thank you for reading the conclusion of this story based on real events. Some portions of the tale, even now, are too sad to tell. But most of the salient points have been described in this story.
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