Waylen was at the police station, cooperating with the police.

Mark and Cecilia scoured all the places where Edwin might have gone.

As dusk fell, the situation grew even more dire.

Mark pulled over and bought a sandwich for Cecilia.

She had been answering numerous phone calls. She felt drained and slouched back in her seat with teary eyes.

Mark urged her, “I know you must be hungry. Please, try to eat something."

She looked at him with cold, resentful eyes.

Mark had never seen her like this before.

Handing her the sandwich, he said with difficulty, “Cecilia, let's find our son first."

Cecilia asked, “Where are we going to find him, Mark? Tell me, where can we find him? It's getting dark, and Edwin is afraid of the dark."

As she spoke, Cecilia leaned back in her chair and wept.

She couldn't bear to stay in the car any longer.

She opened the car door and ran into the brightly lit and bustling street.

"Edwin!" She cried out.

Her tears glistened in the lamplight, making her look incredibly vulnerable.

Mark embraced her from behind.

“Please calm down, Cecilia.”

“How can I calm down?"

Suddenly, a resounding slap echoed in the dark night.

Cecilia slapped Mark across the face.