33. Cure For Cancer

Chapter Thirty Three

Declan limped out of the safe house, the pain from his wound a constant reminder of his mission. The city was dark and silent, the streets empty.

He clutched the ring in his hand, the neon blue flame flickering as if it sensed his desperation. He had to find his sister. Nothing else mattered.

He wandered from one homeless shelter to another, asking about a seventeen-year-old girl. Each time, the answer was the same. No one had seen her. He described her as best as he could, but without his phone, he had no picture to show them. Frustration gnawed at him as he trudged through the cold night.

At one shelter, an old man shook his head sympathetically. "Sorry, son. Lots of young girls come through here, but none match your description."

Declan thanked him and moved on. The hours passed in a blur of disappointment and growing despair. He checked alleyways, parks, and underpasses, calling out her name, hoping for a miracle. But the city remained silent, offering n