You know that guy in ICU, Carter? He looks just like this guy who lives out in Pine Hollow. I swear, it’s like looking at the same person.”

My heart stopped. Pine Hollow, a small mountain town just a couple of hours away. Could it be a coincidence? Or could it mean Daniel had family out there, someone who might be a match? For the first time in weeks, I felt something I hadn’t dared to feel: hope.

The next morning, I filed for emergency leave, packed a bag, and drove. The highway gave way to winding country roads and the rolling hills of Pine Hollow. I parked near a small general store, clutching a picture of Daniel on my phone.