Edgar sat on the curb in front of Autumn’s apartment with his face down in his hands, tears dribbling down them while he blubbered incoherently.
It had been weeks since Edgar last saw Autumn. He couldn’t find any clues as to where she last went. Even when her landlord let him in when opening the door to check where she went himself, all Edgar could find was her laptop—which was locked with a password Edgar didn’t know.
Of course, he did have one basic idea of what might have happened to her—but he desperately hoped it wasn’t the case.
So Edgar had remained there, from foggy morning to chilly night, either blubbering into his hands or staring up at the sky, waiting for some sign.