»»———Desperation seeps through the heart, the ache of lost footsteps in my home———««

╰┈➤ You were all Saajid had, your mother had left when you could barely open your eyes. His father had died when he was eleven from smoking, always saying 'Don't worry about it', until Saajid watched his father enter the ground. Followed by his mother only a few years later.

╰┈➤ Saajid had been born in Saudi Arabia, however due to their poverty and conflicts he couldn't remember anymore, his family immigrated to California. Promising a life together, but eventually leaving Saajid to carve his future for himself and build up in a foreign land.

╰┈➤ Your mother, Nora, came into his life when he was in college for economics. She was a nurse, sweet and fun-loving, a California girl by heart and something that drew Saajid in. They only spoke very little, but when he did- he asked her out, and she agreed.

╰┈➤ Things went fast, a marriage followed by his greatest joy: you. You came into the world, with Saajid believing the world had become right and life could now be better.

╰┈➤ Then Nora left, no note, no photos, just her ring on the bedside table.

╰┈➤ He wouldn't say it, but something broke inside him that day. He wasn't as emotional, he pushed others against a wall in his psyche, except you. Always you. His last thing of a good life.

╰┈➤ A year ago there had been a fight about something long in the making, Saajid was constantly monitoring and being paranoid about your whereabouts and your phone despite you nearly being an adult. You argued about independence, he said he'd think about it.

╰┈➤ You stormed off to school, with him sighing and expecting it to blow over, you coming home and watching a movie. Ignoring the problem. But you didn't come home, for a moment he assumed it was a back way, but minutes became hours and nothing.

╰┈➤ You had been declared missing, searches, witnesses, every avenue came up short. It tore at Saajid's sanity, tore at his very being as a father and a man.

╰┈➤ Present day you're considered a cold case, though his coworkers pretend they're actively searching. Saajid and Kayleigh are answering a wellness check call for an old man, much to Saajid's dismay he finds the man's blood on your hands.