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Laura Meets Sarah in South Bend, Indiana Laura pushed the glass door open and stepped into the salon. The smell of shampoo and hair dye filled the room. Blow dryers hummed somewhere in the back. Her hands were already tight around the photograph. She had been through this routine too many times to count. Find a salon. Check the name. Walk in. Ask the question. And hope. Her eyes lifted to the sign behind the counter. Kayla’s. Her heart jumped. A woman behind one of the styling chairs looked up. Messy ponytail. Torn jeans. Scissors spinning casually between her fingers. She stared at Laura for a second… then grinned. “Well damn.” Laura blinked. The woman tilted her head. “You look like you just walked into the wrong kind of trouble.” Laura hesitated. “I’m looking for someone.” The woman leaned on the counter. “Yeah?” Laura held up the photograph. “Kayla.” The woman squinted at the picture. Then looked back at Laura. Then back at the picture. Then back at Laura again. Finally she said: “…wow.” Laura’s stomach tightened. “Do you know her?” The woman laughed. “Nope.” Laura’s shoulders dropped instantly. The woman pointed toward the photo. “But if that’s who you’re looking for, I suddenly understand why you walked in here looking like your world’s about to end.” Laura blinked again. The woman stuck out her hand. “Sarah.” Laura hesitated before shaking it. “Laura.” Sarah studied her face carefully. “You’ve been searching for her a while, haven’t you?” Laura nodded. Sarah leaned back in the chair and spun it once. “Well.” She grabbed her jacket off the hook. “Guess I’m coming with you.” Laura frowned. “…what?” Sarah grinned. “I’m bored.”