I am living through a nightmare, and no matter how many times I toss and turn in my bed, it feels like there’s no escape. The moonlight filtering through the blinds cast harsh, jagged shadows on the walls, creating eerie shapes that seem to be mocking my torment. It has been a week since my best friend, Caitlyn, went missing. Seven agonizing days of waking up in cold sweats, my sheets tangled around me like chains and my heart was pounding like it’s about to burst.

My gaze fixes itself on the photo of Caitlyn and me as I stare at the wall, both of us smiling in our volleyball outfits. How could someone so vibrant, so full of life, just disappear without a trace?