Tiana Thorne looked at the stiff-faced old man and continued, "Mr. Donovan, your eldest son went missing at the train station when he was five. You've been searching for him for decades without success. I've roughly calculated his whereabouts."
The old man felt his breath catch for a few seconds upon hearing this, taking a while to process what she had calculated.
Excitedly, he walked up to her and asked with a trembling voice, "You know where my son is?"
Tiana Thorne closed her eyes slightly, sensing through his bloodline, then opened her eyes again and replied, "He's in Glimmerwood, adopted by kind-hearted people, living a prosperous life, and is now a schoolteacher."
"Really? Is he really doing well?"
Back then, it was winter, the family was poor, the child was dressed thinly and got lost, and despite searching for so many years to no avail, he even thought, he had, he had...
