Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 303

I closed my eyes and thought back carefully to that time when I held him by his tiny hand and handed

him over to his teacher.

But for the life of me, I couldn't remember what kind of shoes he was wearing.

I opened my eyes, shaking my head helplessly, "I have no idea. I didn't pay any attention to his shoes."

My words were reasonable. After all, who deliberately observed a child's shoes?

The two officers looked at me with disappointment.

I continued to stare at the shoe in silence.

Though I couldn't be certain it belonged to Evan, it felt oddly familiar.

I was familiar with the shoe, yet the image of it on his foot was blurred.

It was like seeing Evan again. He was so close, yet so out of reach.

I was suddenly reminded of the scene in the storm drain.

Just like now, he was near me, crouched in front of me, but I couldn't touch him. NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

The officers shook their heads regretfully, ready to take the shoe and end the conversation.

At that moment, the image of Evan in the drain flashed in my mind again.

I reached out abruptly, holding onto the shoe, "Wait!"

The officers turned their gaze towards me.

I closed my eyes again, recalling the moment in the drain. He was crouching before me, and his eyes

locked onto mine, full of confusion and helplessness.

Following my train of thought, I looked at him and then moved my gaze to his shoes. At that moment, I

saw clearly that he was wearing this exact shoe.

I broke down, crying out, "Officer, this is Evan's shoe. I'm sure this is Evan's shoe. It's Evan's shoe."

Tears streaming down my face, I pleaded desperately.

The police looked surprised, slightly skeptical, "Are you sure? Didn't you say you have no idea?"

Nodding frantically, I choked out, "I'm sure. Evan was wearing this shoe."

The female officer stood up, comforting me, "Ms. Wilburn, take your time and don't stress yourself.

Please answer my question carefully."

With great effort, I composed myself and nodded solemnly.

"Are you sure this shoe belongs to Evan?"

I nodded seriously, saying, "I'm sure. It is Evan's shoe."

She paused for a moment before asking, "How are you so sure?"

I wiped my face, looking at her hesitantly, wondering if they would believe my words.

The female officer encouraged me with a nod, "Tell us the truth, and don't worry."

I then recounted the scene when I was kidnapped, the blurry vision of Evan in front of me.

After listening to my story, the officers looked surprised. They glanced at each other before again

asking me, "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure," I said with utmost gravity.

Hannah, who had been standing behind me, also nodded to the police, affirming the credibility of my

words.

I asked, "Officer, have you found any trace of Evan? You said this shoe was found in the outskirts, but

what about him? Haven't you seen him?"

My questions were urgent and my tone was a little harsh. I was desperate to know what had happened

to Evan.

Hannah put a hand on my shoulder, urging me to calm down, but I was already trying my best.

The female officer looked solemn and regretful, "I'm sorry, Ms. Wilburn. We only found this shoe, no

sign of Evan. We suspect that he may have been killed."