"The young man in this image is our father, and the young woman is our mother."
"This image was carved when I was four and you were three, during a family trip. Each of us had one carved. The same year, our father died in a mining accident."
"A year later, when you were four, you fell ill, and mother took you to the hospital..."
Yigol Foster's eyes glistened with tears as he recounted how Mrs. Hawkins got lost. He concluded, "Brother searched for you for many, many years until he met Clive..."
The siblings recognized each other outside, while Clive had already dashed to search through every corner of the room, not missing even the bathroom or the dressing room.
Indeed, she had left.
Clive gritted his teeth, "That little rascal."
In the room, there was a computer. He hurried to the desk, turned on the computer, and began searching for Clement Drew's jet route.
