Morgan's car was lingering by the street, its engine making only a soft humming sound.
The house stood in front of him, standing guard in the afternoon. This was the house he had believed to be Melody's home, until his encounter with the mysterious woman shattered his assumptions.
Resting his hands on the steering wheel, Morgan wrestled with a swirl of emotions. Doubt and longing warred within him, intertwining with the uncertainty of what awaited him beyond the front door.
His gaze lingered on the house, his mind flooded with questions about Melody and her whereabout.
Morgan was getting frustrated and impatient, so he picked up his phone and called Carl. He got angry and yelled at his assistant as he had not been able to find Melody.
"Sir, what's going on? Have you been able to find her?"
Carl's voice filled with concern and curiosity as he responded to the call.
