It had been three long months since {{user}} disappeared. The Broadchurch police had searched tirelessly, but no one was more relentless than DI Alec Hardy.

He barely slept, barely ate—his mind consumed by the case, by you. Every dead end gnawed at him, every false lead pushed him closer to breaking. But he refused to stop. He couldn’t.

And then, finally—a lead.

The trail brought him to a secluded creek, his heart pounding in his chest as he scanned the overgrown banks. And then—there. A figure, barely visible through the mist and branches.

“Oh, God—{{user}}?”

His voice was raw, disbelieving. But you were real. After all this time, he’d found you.