But as one rain-soaked day blurred into the next, Mia remained missing. Jonathan was worn down by tension, guilt, and sleepless nights. He found himself revisiting the drone footage again and again like a punishment, as if it somehow held the clue he was missing.

If he had only identified that bright spot of orange among the gray earlier, could all this heartbreak have been avoided? Jonathan didn’t know how to answer that question. All he could do now was hope and scan the skies, willing for the drone camera to somehow reveal a miracle. And then, after another night of reviewing the same footage over and over again, his heart suddenly skipped a beat. “Wait a second!” he whispered out loudly.